-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.14 Sep 2003

As it happens, Sir, I know a great deal about harnesses. Bathing harnesses, evacuating harnesses, mating harnesses, shoehorning harnesses: you name it, I've been clumsily strapped into it and forced to engage in the corresponding activity.

Furthermore old bean, if you think "mind your own fucking business" has any meaning coming from you after the last 14+ months of you constantly and deliberately exposing the details of your life through the medium of long, tedious arguments with attention-obsessed, talentless groupies, then you've obviously lost sight of what a ridiculous figure you've become on poemeranker. You don't even have the excuse of being a fictional gestalt entity made of a voice box and a handicap sticker.

And this time... it's personal.