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Alcohol (Other) by tisa7 Vomite in your hair
clammy cold skin shaking with sweat all about
the clang of your neckalace against that large metal pot
sickness increased by the spinning of your world
the regret for in the morning when the sun is bright and you dont want
the light
Up the ladder:
Fly
Down the ladder:
Midnight Questions
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Posted: June 21, 2007 10:23 PM PDT; Last modified: June 21, 2007 10:23 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.8013287 Overall Rank: 11181 Comments:
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drnick @ 24.247.158.152
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21-Jun-07/10:40 PM
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Awesome, I'll print this out and bring it with me to the bathroom in the morning. You know the cure for a hangover is smoking weed.
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Ranger @ 86.145.28.29
> drnick
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22-Jun-07/2:10 AM
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A good friend of mine got utterly wrecked one night but woke up the next morning feeling fine. Due to the laws of equilibrium, his housemate, who had not touched a drop all night, got the hangover by proxy. True story. Even the god of alcohol seems to enjoy a laugh.
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lmp @ 141.154.134.3
> Ranger
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22-Jun-07/7:40 AM
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from monty python's holy grail: "no, really, pull the other one."
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Ranger @ 217.41.217.24
> lmp
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22-Jun-07/1:05 PM
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"...it has got bells on it".
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