“I’m not just id, ego, superego. I’m id, ego, super-mega-fucking-awesome-ego!”
or click here“Tick, fucking tock, fucking tick, fucking tock, fucking boing. Fucking alarm clock. Bollocks.”
Good to hear that STM’s sense of self-worth is still healthy and thriving!
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I think we’ve all felt this way on one of those early mornings.
My mild-mannered English husband Adam lives quite a colorful existence in his dreams. Having benefited from hours of delight at his dead-of-night musings, I thought it only fair to share them with the world.
