Well, TIBU was really a nice site and through it I met a lot of messed up people, like myself.
Like who is more screwed up than Dr. Larry?
Think about Dr. Larry's crazy dream of continuing the TIBU mania by inviting a bunch of other crazy fucks to join him in some twisted, sick scheme. But now his dream has turned into one nightmarish reality. Just as Dr. Larry wanted it.
And now here I am trapped, with all of you, in Dr. Larry's Nightmare on TIBU2.
Oh and for my farewell on TIBU here it is....
I am closing up shop here at TIBU and I am off to bigger and better things. Well not really off to bigger and better things, but just off. I figure it is time to leave before they turn the lights out on me. I was always one for getting out while the out was worth the getting. Or something like that.
So as the sun sets in the New Mexico sky and as my horse starts to gallop (or is that Gallup? I live in Gallup but it has nothing to do with galloping horses although it should because I never saw so many horses until I arrived on the res. But actually Gallup was named after the paymaster that used to pay the rail workers. Just a bit of trivia that you will never need) I am off.
But a few blessings to all of you TIBU folks.
May you never get an itch that you can't scratch.
May you never believe the corporate media.
May you never trust a politician (sorry all of you Obamafanatics).
May you never believe in the market or invest in retirement.
May you always have a happy mind, lots of love, and good health.