God misses again.

Only two left, odds getting better.

The sad part is that it could still be a very long time.

The upside is I will still be alive to pee on his grave.

I hope we both are. Date?

I’ll see you there!

I’ll have my dancing shoes on!

Please excuse me, but I’ll be crashing this date in my party boots.

Can I DJ?

In the words of the hardstyle of my late teens “make it fucking louuuuuuuud”