so i just spent about 6 hours with my best mate telling me how great his holiday in South America was. How he bought buckets of cocaine for mere pounds. How he seduced women with a blink of his English passport and a ripple of his muscles. And he just kept on going, my thoughts throughout being: "what have i done for the past 3 months? Oh yeah,i spent it all on DiS. SCHWEET!!!!"

So yeah, fuck you all. I could have spent this time fucking beautiful hispanic women with my head in a bucket of cocaine. But instead i spent it talking about megalame indie leaks and arguing over pointless semantics. AS PER USUAL