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Yes I know its a hokey title. Go Fuck Yourself.
My one and only disclaimer
WARNING: This collection of writing is not for the politically correct, faint of stomach, or easily offended.
Many of the writings are based on fact, but fiction (AKA blatant lying) has been known to work its way in. Time may have been altered for literary ease. Some names have been changed, and some haven't (until I get sued.) You probably don't care, but I don't want to end up getting yelled at on Oprah's couch one day...
You should read this stuff more often.
"Why you gotta bring up old shit?"
For the Stalker
- Mars
- Memphis, TN, Azerbaijan
- Although Beth and I maintain that our elopement was a semi-planned, whimsical expression of love, which was chosen because we believe it fit our personalities and sense of adventure, we nevertheless have a seemingly uphill battle in convincing others that it wasn't an act of desperation or duty. In light of this, I have realized the only way to affirm the fact that Beth is not, in fact, pregnant, is to chronicle the next nine months of her life in a blog. It will be a roller coaster ride of her not being sick in the morning, not being moody, not having random food cravings, not "showing," and not feeling it kick. Next April, this incredible, beautiful journey will culminate in her not giving birth, and her life will continue on as usual. We are looking forward to sharing our lack of progress with you, the reader. Thank you for your interest and support.
Twitter @marsyall
Music: @MarsHallYall
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