Runs With Scissors
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Don't mess with me, man.
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 1:11 PM
Saturday, March 07, 2009
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- Name: tearful dishwasher
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10 Comments:
you need that t-shirt.
I love you
Okey dokey, mister man.
(My word verification: theal. Which could be a moodier shade of teal. Or, a different way to heal, maybe.)
i do hate it when you get all sentimental like this,
Hummmm. Nudges SO with her toe.
Considers a sternal rub, but considers the broken wrist she'll get if he's just sleeping it off.
Decides to do what they used to do for drunks in Vegas when working EMS... opens up an ammonia wipe, rolls it up, stuffs it up one of the drunks' nostrils.
If they've got a glascow coma score of 6 or more, they'll react. Not cool, but it works.
You alive?
I miss your posts.
Come back.
Your raw, insightful musings have informed my life.
I want more.
aw, c'mon.
Hi.
xo
d
early june-ish, no worries
scott, i stop by here at least once a day, hoping for some word from you. others may know something about your silence, but me, i've been completely in the dark. and i worry about you. just let us know you're okay?
always with you ... jim
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