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I've never understood what possible good could come of hammering on a pipe in a basement and waking everyone up at the crack of dawn. |
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Buddy was my best friend for the first portion of my life. We were extremely close. He was the only human being whose anus I have ever looked at closely, or indeed at all, just to see what one looks like (reddish, tight, and very slightly puckered, as I recall with rather worrying clarity), and he was good-tempered and had wonderful toys to play with, as his parents were both generous and well-to-do. From page 34 of The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid
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I love my radio station, because, driving back from #2's, I heard this song and this song.
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That would be when I walked into the bathroom here at work the other day and didn't know that The Pill had put up a mirror. Suprised the crap out of myself. |
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Money woes are royally pissing me off this evening. Then I StumbledUpon the following, and just for a moment, all was right with the world. ( Read more... ) |
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