wickedflea (
wickedflea) wrote2001-10-31 07:44 pm
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I remember Halloween of 1988, when I drank a pint of Bacardi Gold while escorting my young cousin on a trick-or-treating excursion. Then I went to my Dad's and ate Tacos. I was happy as hell, Jack.
But now I am listening to what sounds like rehashed Fat Boys through the ceiling and wondering why I don't tell somebody to fuck off.
But now I am listening to what sounds like rehashed Fat Boys through the ceiling and wondering why I don't tell somebody to fuck off.
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*sigh*