Monday, August 28, 2017

2017 235

Chilled morning.

Traditional country Roanoke breakfast for brunch. Unspectacular but good.

Home food shopping and being thoroughly pissed of by many more people than the whole rest of the weekend out of town. The level of inbred, self conceited, mother fucking moth breathers in this bohick town is tough to live with.

Barnwood builders always heartens me concerning my fellow West Virginians. That shows keeps me from wanting to burn down my state, Revelations style.


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