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- Oh where would I be without my friends to help me?...
- Does that make me crazy?
- I felt you calling to me in the gloom
- Sometimes even a global recession has its upside
- A little warm death won't hurt you none
- You would say anything, you would try anything, to...
- There's nobody out there, it's just the noise of t...
- Wake up Maggie, I think I got something to say to you
- I'm throwing my arms around psychosis (because nob...
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6 comments:
at least you can die happy in the knowledge that you have bequeathed that handsome Sony plasma telly to me
what's under your head on the sofa? looks like vomit.
Badly-drawn cushion
The song is not quite as sickening if heard with eyes shut.
i thought it was an extra slice. there. on the sofa. under his head.
but now that i know i'm wondering: where can i find that pattern? it really is quite fetching.
Last night I watched Bill and Ted's Bogus Adventure. They gave Death a melvin. When I feel really bad, nothing works quite as well as a truly awful movie. To hell with the critically acclaimed junk.
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