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lilylazer

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Feb 22, 2003 04:23

The distinct scents of piss and stale cigarette smoke linger in the stagnant air. Strings break. Curses are uttered. Heads rip open like they're made of paper. Screaming penetrates the eardrums. Hands slip. Threats are yelled...then laughed at. Oh, the joys of band practice. I think Gas was fired a total of 17 times at practice, but none of ( Read more... )

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valo February 22 2003, 00:14:05 UTC

I'm adding this to my memories. Cheers.

lilylazer February 22 2003, 10:42:53 UTC

I figured it was a pretty accurate description.

jyrki69 February 22 2003, 07:15:30 UTC

Ah yes, nothing like the smell of urine to get your senses a flowing.

lilylazer February 22 2003, 10:38:09 UTC

Oh yeah. I think we've all gotten spoiled with our working toilets.

zaida_ February 22 2003, 12:01:39 UTC

The distinct scents of piss and stale cigarette smoke linger in the stagnant air.

...and I thought I finally got rid of the morning sickness

lilylazer February 22 2003, 16:36:29 UTC

Hah. At least you don't have to go to the Trash Can.

miikka_kuisma February 22 2003, 18:15:30 UTC

That almost sounds like my house.
Especially the first line. Heh.
Add some kitty poop smells to it and it would be home.

Re: lilylazer February 22 2003, 18:49:30 UTC

Actually at the Trash Can it's more like Migé shit than kitties.

miikka_kuisma February 24 2003, 06:09:29 UTC

Which shit is the worst?

lilylazer February 24 2003, 10:24:44 UTC

Migé's, by far.

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junehyde February 23 2003, 10:39:13 UTC

The studio always was an adventure for you. Hello doll.

junehyde February 23 2003, 10:40:06 UTC

Did I say studio? I meant rehearsals.

Re: lilylazer February 23 2003, 10:51:00 UTC

Oh..uh..wow. Um...hi?

junehyde February 23 2003, 10:53:20 UTC

That stuttering is making this conversation suddenly awkward.

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