Jacking in, not jacking off.

I have my doubts

This morning I woke up at Lorde knows what time to take a leak. Upon leaving the bathroom I noticed the sound of my screen door squeaking shut, as it does after someone’s opened it. Curious, I walked to the front door to see what was up. I noticed a portly man waddling fussily back to his car. Dressed in only pyjama bottoms, I called out to him “can I help you at all?” He swivelled with a delighted smile on his face and small brown box in his hands. He made his way back to me and thrust the box into my hands. “It’s your modem, I was in the area and thought I’d drop it over.”

Sudden context: I’d eschewed buying the modem from Teksavvy, as I figured they’d jack up the cost. Instead I went to Amazon, which resulted in a longer wait time to obtain my…

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About Abeltje Quintijn

Dear Readers, fan's, lovers, etc... Strange path of my live... Wanna be me, it has to be me, I am wanna be... If you undertand what I am talking about... Don't foget it's not 'The Ego', the false self, it's real me. Good luck all my brother, sisters, etc... Keep this planet as long as possible alive. Thanking you all. Loving you
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