for those who rather not use a dictionary to decrypt what the horny goat has said (DAMN i need some of whatever he's taking), i'll just summarize hos ramblings into something short and sweet..
Horny goat: I need a girl to ride ride ride, i need a girl to make my biatch, i need a girl thats mine all mine, i need a girl, in my life....

i havnt been updating this blog much, cos i've been busy the past few days...
damnit... need... proper ...sleep....liquid sleep just don't cut it anymore...
its amazing how the SAF can train such useless dogs to do patrols...
i have a doggy.. i walk the doggy some nights... I shall call the doggy "Bob" (real name withheld to protect the identity of Eric). Now, Bob, is supposed to patrol the compound of a military camp, actively sniffing around, looking out for hostile intruders(or the occasional Bangara Worker who wandered into the camp looking for the packet of Masala flavoured Maggi Mee he misplaced earlier) Bob is a fierce dog.. and very strong, except for the fact that he attacks Car tyres, chews up drink cans, puts holes in my bottles(the fag owes me a new green bottle), pees on random grass patches, eats bees and grass...etc...

ugh... too sleepy to type further... will, get,...sleep...

ps. it aint much of an online diary if we dont give the addy to other ppl... dont you think?