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You are not going to BELIEVE what I came home and found dripping from the ceiling over my stove and refrigerator.

OK, it was just water--but goddamn, isn't that ENOUGH?!? Holy son of a fucking seagoing Siberian.

Current Mood: about eight shades of mindfucked

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Thanks! That comes from an old friend I used to get baked with all the time. His older brother Steve was something of a legendary head. He ended up getting banned from ever setting foot in the state of Mississippi again. Anyway, my friend told me that Steve told him a story once about being high on pot, acid, coke, and Absolut. He said he was "eight shades of freaky." And a catch-phrase was born. :)

I love your "Kill Whitey" icon. I've always wanted a T-Shirt with that on it, but have never managed to find one. The closest I ever got was my "Whitey Will Pay" bumper sticker.