Kieran McConville
ONE love, blood, life
Ask me a question that I can dodge or throw back in your face or completely twist altogether.
Back in 2001, i was in third grade and i used to post here a lot. i mean a LOT. I wrote a play about how Bono was going to save the world. The entire world. He was going to heal the world and teach us how to sing a joyful noise. Do you remember that?
Thing is, Deathbear came in and started the junk war and it hasn't been the same since. Now i sit in my hottub on the patio smoking cigars and drinking cheap wine. Life has been ruined thanks to deathbear.
Because God decried it.
It's my name. Remember Michael Griffiths? Pretty sure he was was really he, too. Eamon O'Leary, less so.
Ive sent so many drones to find you but you keep moving from house to different house on a daily basis. Im going to get you soon enough McConville!
Also, my real name is Blue Balls. Or at least it was before they fell off.
Oh, my question is, what have you done with Alan Jamison? We haven't heard from him in months. My drone activity suspects he was a prisoner in one of your safe houses, bound and gagged, perhaps tortured.
Oh. Funny you mention that. I sent an entire squad of Gooners to Lubbock this very day to take on the Tards of Tech at Lubbock. My Gooner squat beat those Tards of Tech 42-30. I suspect that Tex Jamison was in attendance.
I also suspect that you wouldn't recognize me since i have a new fleet of exotic, something(s).
I have been drinking some very good stuff for the better half of the last few minutes. Or maybe i haven't been. But i feel just, capital, as in, im the best thing for miles. Im that city on the hill.
The cat scratched my nose earlier and i couldn't give a nut. Only a cat can scratch the nose of the hand that feeds and not give a flying damn.
Life is too good to not be great. Lydia.