My name is Alan Odonnell. I'm 46 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Sligo, where all the mud huts are, and I am married secretly to another man, but he lives in Zambia, so nobody knows. I work as a welder for the Connor Curren corporation, and I get home every day by 3:26 at the earliest after a long night at the pub with Derrek. I smoke twenty boxes of fags a day, I also get blackout drunk every single night. I'm in bed by 8 am, and make sure I get half an hour of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm water and smoking about twenty fags before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until the afternoon. Just like a man with stage 4 lung cancer, I wake up with fatigue or stress in the morning.
I was told that I have prostate cancer at my last checkup. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who is in complete despair. I take care to brutally murder every homeless man I see, not doing so would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to get confronted and get faced with my consequences i would simply shoot myself.
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Alan Odonnel and the magic fried rice
FantasyAlan Odonnel was a normal man living in county Sligo he enjoyed the simple things in life like underground midget fight clubs and eating his favorite meal fried rice from jimmy the chippers.
