Despair is like a cable that is buried just under the surface of the ground. You pull it up and pull it up, but that cable just keeps right on going, clear across a field, until you come to a bunch of guys who are burying the cable. Then just walk up to them and go, "Hey, have you seen Fred?" And they'll say, "Fred who?" And you say, "Fred of snakes?" Then cover your ears, because big laughs are coming.
What would Sodwork be without hundreds of inane guestbook entries of in-crowd buzzwords, infantile insults and attempted spams?
It would probably be a lot better, but sod that - bring on the bullshit.
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