Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Monday, 21 June 2021

Monday, June 21, One Zillion BC


 This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I went downstairs, and kicked Mort right in the guts as he slept on the floor. Then stomped outside and spat in the street - and got run over by some prick in a jacked up 4x4 truck. I think it was Pete F. Some things never change.

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