Defeat does not exist in this dojo.
or at least that’s what I’ve been told.
I run this mother-fucker.
We’re here trying to make some greeting cards and have some fun.
And yes we might say some stupid shit sometimes but hey, shit happens.
“We” sounds better but really it’s just me. Unless you count all my fellow middle children who I feed off and who live inside of me.
No sappy feel good story here, at least not one that I care to divulge.