The time is near. I can feel it in my bones that I'm due for another catastrophe. Roughly once per quarter I'm beset by some great trial. It's been about three months since my van got stolen. Roughly three months prior to that my old band's singer had a drug induced meltdown and broke into my house, nullifying a great rock and roll group and my
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By the by, what shade is fuschia? Is it like purple? And how does one get tickled in such a manner? Is it a rash? Does it require some kind of ointment?
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As far as spontaneous combustion, the latest line in Vegas is 207:3. If you ask me, the safe bet is my van's engine calling it a day. Though the money bet is on the urine-soaked guitar amplifier, so if you could concentrate your Santerrific powers on those two it would make my day.
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You're not performing any ritual sacrifices for this are you? I mean, if you are it's cool, I'm not one to judge or anything--you can't argue with results, after all. I'd hate to have you go to too much trouble. I guess that's why the voodoo doll seems so handy; no mess, a minimum of utensils, pocket sized. I may have to get one of my own.
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i'm shocked!
i would do no such thing!
so, uh, when did you say you're coming back home?
heh heh heh
oh, come to think of it, i got a letter today informing me that in February, my name is going to be announced as the LUCKY WINNER of TEN MILLION DOLLARS (!!!), so i'll buy you a new house if you'll let me just have a little fun. nothing major. honest!
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