It's summer.
In Ireland.
It's fucking rained for 36 days non-stop.
I feel like jumping off a tall building.
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I admit, I'm no genius when it comes to technology, infact, because I'm a giddy sort, my attention span rarely allows me to concentrate on how to make things like this site completly safe from dickheads on the internet.
Judging from what I can see in my spam folder, it has come to my attention that someone is emailing people, from the salivatinglabrador.com - I'm not really sure how this has happened, nor do I know how to stop it.
I can only apologise on behalf of the website to people who are getting mailed by this complete cunt.
Judging from what I can see in my spam folder, it has come to my attention that someone is emailing people, from the salivatinglabrador.com - I'm not really sure how this has happened, nor do I know how to stop it.
I can only apologise on behalf of the website to people who are getting mailed by this complete cunt.
The Salivating Labrador.
You there! Boy! What day is it?
Welcome to the Salivating Labrador, a veritable cyber crack den for the eyes.
During your stay here, feel free to read my previous posts, or indeed drop me an e-mail.
I'm particularly partial to videos of people fainting at weddings - so if you have one - send it on!
The Voyce.
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