So I flipped to a random page in this odd book I had been reading, and I have zero fucking context at all, but I find this hilarious nonetheless.
Like, I have no clue what the hell this is supposed to imply.
Also, an entry about a murder in the Vatican happened to be on Page 666, so that's
n o i c e
YOU ARE READING
Guess who's back, prats? (Me, Barry)
RandomThis is basically Hadawa Journal V.2. I would use the old one, but it has all of my c r i n g e y memoirs, so it shall remain unpublished (for good). Feel free to tag me in those weird questionnaire things, I got nothing to hide, but nothing terr...