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If you haven’t guessed by the name of the domain, I’m Stef Dawson and this is my corner of cyberspace dedicated to all things random. I’m sex-obsessed, unhappy with my breasts, have a well-meaning yet politically-troubled friend in Nigeria who needs me to harbour vast quantities of cash for him, want a sexy MILF tonight, and my vices are BBW in my neighbourhood, cheap medication, filthy whores, and Vicodin … or so the spam companies appear to think. I’m also a bit strange. That’s me over there. No, not that way, that picture over there. How many people look like that who aren’t in the loony bin?

At the moment I’m too lazy to finish the site. Not that a website should ever be deemed ‘finished’ per se, but at the very least it should have content worthy of reading, and perhaps distracting, flashing advertisements. Ergo, with it somewhat lacking on both these counts, this site is labelled Work In Progress and is subject to change that could barbecue your pets.

In case you’re the sort of person that twitches like a decapitated corpse if you don’t tweet every 8 minutes to show your friends how exciting you are, check out the latest happenings to prove just how glacial my site updates are. Alternatively you could be awed by such recentness as:

Play Crouching Badger, Hidden Terror Mashup the title of the rubbish film Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to improve it.PlugBeta plugin downloads Cutting-edge versions of Txp plugins are listed here for future incompatibility only. If you really, really feel like trying out something that might explode, then feel… PostVegetarian vagaries Ian Dury and the Blockheads gave us “Reasons to be Cheerful”. Frank Turner gave us “Reasons Not to be an Idiot”. Nobody’s yet explored “Reasons Not to be a Vegetarian”. Until now.

You might also enjoy the blog post entitled Five on Politically Correct island, but there’s always the possibility you think it missed the target. For those who crave even more buzzwordiness you can find me on Google+, Facebook or you can join the socialites awaiting my first utterance on Twatter.

If you’re in any way dissatisfied with what’s going on amid these bytes, feel free to send me an email and I’ll either send you back an estimate of when I’ll get this site firing on more than one cylinder1 or point at your porn collection and laugh.

1 fineprint: One estimate per customer. Management reserve the right for the estimate to be within three parsecs (plus or minus) of the actual time the site works properly. No correspondence (after the initial correspondence of course) will be entered into. English teachers please forgive the last sentence ending with a preposition. Calls cost no more than thruppence a second and last for a week. Calls may be monitored for training porpoises. The editor’s decision is unanimous and his own, so ner.