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Oct. 31st, 2001 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wickedfleaI 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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Date: 2001-10-31 05:42 pm (UTC)*sigh*