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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 gullible, unable to get an erection, keep slipping out during lovemaking, will look better if I'm ripped, and my vices are cheap medication, gambling, Vicodin, and wet chicks in my inbox … 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 a small ornamental shrubbery to one side. Ergo, with it somewhat lacking on both these counts, this site is labelled Work In Progress and is subject to change that could cause bodily harm.

In case you’re the sort of person that twitches like a nicotine withdrawal patient 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 inject yourself full of recentoxyhydroxil with one of the following:

Play Crouching Badger, Hidden Terror Mashup the title of the rubbish film Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to improve it. Plug smd_countdown Show visitors exactly how much time they have left. Not necessarily until they die, but until some web-based event of your fashioning. Could be time until the next chapte… Post The isolation protocol: one plus one equals eight I’m still scratching my head over the COVID-19 isolation rules. To the best of my ability, I’ve summarised them here by taking the plight of two very similar people and comparing their fates in The New Normal.

You might also enjoy the blog post entitled Naming bad fashion, but there’s always the possibility you think it blows. For those who crave even more nowness you can find me on 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 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.