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, troubled by the diminutive size of my manhood, desire h0t s:Ex with dr!pping teENa ger Hailey, love to watch my p3n!s grow daily until it becomes so large it presumably shreds, and my vices are BBW in my neighbourhood, college nymphs, filthy whores, and Tramadol … or so the spam companies appear to think. I’m also a bit of a goat. 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 sew someone else's name labels into your socks.
In case you’re the sort of person that twitches like a bad rapper 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 do the recent dance with one of these:
Play Crouching Badger, Hidden Terror Mashup the title of the rubbish film Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to improve it. Plug smd_gallery The grand-daddy of Textpattern gallery plugins. There’s very little this one can’t do: it’s a lightbox, no wait, it’s a slideshow, no… a fancy image zoomer. Yep, the gall… Post Papers please: a guide to the post-COVID-19 world Permit me to fast-forward into one possible future after a coronavirus vaccinated world and the utopia it will bring. Let me paint you a little story…
You might also enjoy the blog post entitled My phone wants to kill me, but there’s always the possibility you think it missed the target. For those who crave even more nowness you can find me on Facebook or you can join the minions 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 ears and laugh.
1 fineprint: One estimate per customer. Management reserve the right for the estimate to be within three decades (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.