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Since i'm at work, bored, and everything is going swimmingly well at the moment, here's a short story that I wrote a while ago that at least some of you have seen.
I had a hangover.
The words had ingrained themselves in my thought process, bouncing back and forth off the walls of my skull like a game of squash played by 2 gorillas in a brass ( Read more... )
I had a hangover.
The words had ingrained themselves in my thought process, bouncing back and forth off the walls of my skull like a game of squash played by 2 gorillas in a brass ( Read more... )
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Could you bring me back a present of some sort, pretty please? Like...I dunno...their weather? Not that I'm really high-maintenance or anything.
Ah hell, just come back in one piece, for the love of crimeny.
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As long as my unfounded fear of planes doesn't manifest itself physically then I should be right.
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