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Irreverent Lovejoy
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death taxes and roommates returning at inopportune times
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birdmad
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i stayed out late after work one night, back when damian and the trailer_park_sorceress were still in my old house i was in no mood to put up with their shit, neither her her come-ons nor his facetious attempt at guessing why i was wound so tightly (less out of concern for how i was feeling than for whether or not it meant he could continue to live cheaply without having to return to living under his parents' roof) finally after one of the many sleepless nights/days/afternoons i endured through the ocmbinatio of my own psychotic restlesness and the deliberately exaggerated sounds of the two of them fucking in the other room, when i go off of work i drove around through the city, eventually i stopped on my way back to th southside and hung out at the bar where all the creepy downtown drunks are, not to drink, just to people-watch, and then bought from their package section something to keep me warm once i got home 2:30 AM rolls around and as i open the front door... oh my! now, had it not been for Tina's little mind-games to entertain herself at my expense, i wouldn't have been offended, just embarassed, but what was really the icing on the cake was when they both look at me and have the nerve to tell me just then that "oh man, we wondered if you were even coming home, we were so worried about you" uh-huh, yeah, suuuure appropriately enough, when i got hired onto the better paying job i had been after about a week after that, needless to say i cited that among the reasons when i kicked his monkey ass outta my house
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grendel
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to wit, the witch was gone two days after the incident through no doing of my own
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030126
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god
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somebody shoot me
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Teenage Jesus
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bang
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030127
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farkando mondragon
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"so, she doesn't really feel comfortable about us dating." click
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ever dumbening
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as we all know, most taxations of the dick occur inadvertently, or at worst out of playful interference. tonight, however, i experienced a vindictive onslaught of penile denile, by my very own loving roommate, the likes of which no one has ever seen. we've established a bit of a wager, the irony of which is that, as yet, no prize has been established. the competition, though, is fierce. this evening we ventured out to san francisco to catch "kaboom," the unparalleled fireworks show. after the show we wandered excessively to some bar along the embarcadero. the bubble room? the butterfly? whatever. we walk in and i see my friend andrea. stardard introductions fly. as i'm talking to andrea, this woman with a spectacular smile starts pitching some serious vibe my way. i mean, i'm a horndog, but this woman was spraying it my way. someone asks whether or not i went to ucla, because i'm wearing this stupid sweatshirt, from that idiotic school. it just so happens this lovely creature went to this institution as well. we end up chatting. the link is on. no doubt. my roommate starts throwing some serious monkey wrenches across the room. and killin my shit. the transformation was miraculous, but in a painful way. she says, "i'll be right back." that was hours ago.
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ever dumbening
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dear stupid ass friends of mine, i am lonely. i would like the companionship of a human female, preferably attractive and nice to be around (just a reminder, in case you forgot, CUZ MAYBE MY FUCKING TALKING ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME ISN'T ENOUGH). hypothetically—NOT AS IF THIS EXACT FUCKING THING HAPPENED LAST NIGHT—just hypothetically, say at the end of a late night party there are five people left hanging out: four males, three of which are married, the fourth being me, and one lovely female whose company i am clearly enjoying and who seems to be enjoying my company too. wouldn't you think, again hypothetically, that GETTING THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY might, just maybe, be the thing to do? fuck fucking fuckfuck. signed, dick in hand (A-gain)
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100814
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what's it to you?
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blather
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