

PorQue?“Shit!!!”PorQue?
It was just another Saturday night for Marc O. Rodatre, and that usually meant another failed attempt at attaining the love of a certain young siren. Every past date they had allotted time to spend together (usually at night, and alone, in hopes that “something” might happen), the plan had gone awry; the time was always unexpectedly shortened, the alone was always intruded upon, and the “something” never happened. That Saturday was no different… It was as if fate had permanently doomed them, but screw fate… Everybody knows that bull-shit isn’t true…
To let off some steam, Marc, or “The Big O” as some called
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ah the internet - you golden calf.
This coming weekend: Not sure yet
This ending weekend: Trying to start playing catch-up on my long neglected schoolwork
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