Got the dunno what to write , what to do but I'm feeling down bluesss...

Perhaps I miss my woman and now I'm trying to make some tunes. When she is around, oh when she is around, life just seems so much easier.

I'll be a man for her, and that does really please her. To see her smile when I'm trying my best, gets my heart pumping crazy, my hands a bit shaky,

my fingers a bit sweaty and my teeth shining heavy , for I smile. I smile for the love I have for the feeling of her presence.

My darling, You have been away for a long time now. But I am a man, Ill go on. What could stop a man when he puts his mind on love? Surely not 14 weeks with a raincloud up above? I can see the silver lining not far from the horizon speedily rushing forward with no stop in sight. Can almost taste the sweet sensation of your hearts loving embrace.

I am a predator and this test is my prey, fully charged with extraordinary stamina, I wont let this chance slip me by.

Without turning primal, morphing into a beast, Ill keep this mind human, just giving my best. Failure, come at me now I guarantee your defeat.

There's no fancy words needed for I'm tanking at full speed. My love is blasting into space and beyond.

Got no resistance, free flowing spirit, leave a wake of passion that echoes on without limit. Eons without change , perpetual love.

I have been Puncherjoe for a very long time. I'm pretty sure longer than most people have been alive. Which is weird when you think about it. I've gone through Super High School, Super Work, and Super College. Truth be told, none of those hold a candle to this place. The people I've met, the friends I've made. The Enemies... oh the enemies.



Some of you may know who I am, and others may not. Granted, if you're actually reading this, You KNOW who I am. Puncherjoe, the kid who talked loud and hit harder. Except I'm not that big mouth kid anymore. And I have you to thank for that Urbanville. You made me grow up. You made me face Henchlings, and Goats. Mayors, Lawyers, Housewives, and small children (Seriously, where were child services?). In the end, it made me a better person, except for beating up small children (Seriously, WHERE were child services?). I fought side by side with the best of you, and against the worst of you. I've seen a lot of Urbs come and go... Maggot, Afro_chic, Iron_Pants, Tiger_Eyes, etc etc. The list goes on and on sadly. Yet here we are. Still standing. Proudly standing. All of this lead me to one singular thought: I love you Urbanville.



Well Urbanville... I love you. And I ALWAYS will... Because face it. You're stuck with ol' Puncherjoe. Here's looking at you kids.



See ya when I see ya.

You read it right! He's coming soon with lots of amazing gifts.



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