Clinging to my gods and my guns while I chronicle the demise of western civilization from my bunker deep in the woods of northern Canada.
Thursday, 12 December 2013
I'm Going Home
Once we can get Tess' mother's rotund, lazy posterior out of bed we are
getting in the car and heading north. I will be so happy to leave this gay
paradise I have no words to express it so I will leave you with some wake up
(Posted to Blogster from Abbotsford, B.C. December 9, 2013)