Joburg is concrete - I have a ticket, it's for flying, and yessir, my name is on it.
So excuse the silence, but have to fly to Joburg and present a website for a company that everyone loves to hate. There will be shopping, oh yes. There will be shopping.
In other news, a haircut is imminent.
And should you hear of a freak plane accident tomorrow, I leave my ram to Wa, my music to Vorn, and my earrings to Acid's girlf Rene.
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