Ratzinger Style
He dumped the tailor whose company had been doing cassocks since 1792.
SEVENTEEN NINETY TWO.
It's been a crazy few months. My parents were living with me and Guy #1. We bought our house FROM the parents, and that adventure was complete only when the King of the Last Minute Surprises dumped a twelve thousand dollar surprise on me two days before closing. But the close quarters really ruined my desire to write anything, really. One does not comfortably bitch about people on a blog when the targets of one's ire are standing behind the computer; one does not try to write stories when one is interrupted every three seconds by screeching, wailing, and chaos; and one most certainly does not try to write porn when one's mommy is standing right there asking what's so funny about trains and the pulling thereof.
SEVENTEEN NINETY TWO.
It's been a crazy few months. My parents were living with me and Guy #1. We bought our house FROM the parents, and that adventure was complete only when the King of the Last Minute Surprises dumped a twelve thousand dollar surprise on me two days before closing. But the close quarters really ruined my desire to write anything, really. One does not comfortably bitch about people on a blog when the targets of one's ire are standing behind the computer; one does not try to write stories when one is interrupted every three seconds by screeching, wailing, and chaos; and one most certainly does not try to write porn when one's mommy is standing right there asking what's so funny about trains and the pulling thereof.
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