In which men, desperately lonely and alienated, pay thousands of dollars to pretend to be Tier One operators. I urge you to read this if you want to stare deep into :amerikkka: brainworms
In which men, desperately lonely and alienated, pay thousands of dollars to pretend to be Tier One operators. I urge you to read this if you want to stare deep into :amerikkka: brainworms
Its a thought that my wife and I occasionally joke about, but we're not the most personable of people all the time, there isn't much quality living space on the farm for more than the two of us, and its far enough away that anybody that has come out to the farm to help out does it once and can't (or doesn't want to) come out again.
Maybe someday enough pieces will click into place for something like this to be more likely to happen than not...