Pooping Birds are so very, very cool. Immediately gratifying connections. I really want to go back to Antwerp. Noon, Dimi, Caia; exceptional characters all. Thank you for a wonderful birthday. And my boys...oh my boys! Luke, Fitz, Steve, Dan. Bumped into Gin Panic in Belgium, as you do, which made our time there even more special. Laid down upon a ballet room floor we did slumber. Maths ain't so cack since last weekend. It all seemed to fall into place. Got the method? Got the math.
Been looking into precisely what kind of dog breed I'll get. Right now it's between a Saarloos and an American Indian Dog. Saarloos are about as close to a wolf as you can legally get in the UK and surprisingly easier to get hold of than an American Indian Dog. AIDs are well fucking boss though. They aren't as wolfy but they look so clever and keen. Maybe I can get both. Fuck yes, that is the plan. One trip to a breeder in Carmarthenshire for the Saarloos and on the way home scoop up an AID from Devon. My brother used to think the disease AIDS was a plural and that he could kill me by feeding me 'an aid'. This made me laugh more than any stand-up comic ever will.
Awwoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo x
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