I am 24 and I am afk.

I am writing this from an unknown secure site in the hopes that it will throw the cops off my scent for a while..... Remember folks, I am paranoid.

It has been brought to my attention that "The Anarchist's Cookbook" and "The Terrorist's Cookbook" do not provide ample warning about the dangers involved in creating have their recipes. Nor is it told of the neccessary precautions to keep oneself alive. I have received this information from a trusty source and I feel that it is my duty to inform you, the loyal public, of this most relevant of facts.

I have also developed a new reason to hate f*cking knackers. I was on the bus home last night and a knacker got on the bus and sat a few seats behind me. He then got quietly sick on the bus. I had my bag on the floor between my feet at this time. When it was my time to get off the bus, I picked up my bad and noticed that familar smell radiating up from the bottom of my seat. That's right folks, the knackers puke had traveled forward to soak into my bag. If I ever find out who that knacker was, I will personally make him wish I'd never heard the term "GBH".

***Note : AFK in the title means "Away From Keyboard".