Oh, telephone, how you make old MasterGote cringe, yet how happy you make him! After pacing his little square box for about 6 hours straight, gnashing his teeth and biting his hooves, your dear old MasterGote finally took the plunge and dialed the number. Oh, that fateful number, you know the one - the one that has been tormenting him for so long. The one that MasterGote has weathered grant applications and poopyhead airports to dial without paying long-distance fees. Finally, it is breached. The appointment is set for this Wednesday. OMGOMGOMGOMG!
MasterGote cannot scream into his beard forever, now he wishes to call someone and bray out in peals of joy! Oh, telephone, how you taunt at one moment, satisfy in another, and then withhold withhold withhold. Well, nevermind! It's gote-to-gote time. OMGOMGOMFG.
2 comments:
How does MasterGote like his little square box?
Have fun trekking all the way out to VDNKh :). Should be a nice long journey to calm your nerves...
MasterGote LOVES his apartment. Living alone is lonely bliss!
Also, did I not trek all the way to Moscow for this?
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