2016 is nearing an end. No firecrackers, no flashlights and no half naked girls congratulating me on my achievements for the year yet. Most probably due to the fact that I don't have any.
And United kalah. By that smugface mukababi Pep Guardiola.
But as is customary with yors truly, I started off reading something and finished another thing altogether.
Whatever.
This. My second book of the year. All that extra hours in the toilet paid off I guess. So hrm, the title. Fuck it. A book is a book. I hope I came out a little wiser even after reading such a book. Not gonna review it. Too fucking lazy.
Laters you fucking punks.
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