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Oh nuts. I finally killed all of my brain cells. I used to be able to get stinking drunk and still wake up fresh the next day with a blow by blow, detailed account of the night before.

Well, Sunday we had a big going away party and today my most uttered phrase while recounting events was, "You were there?" It's actually kind of funny,...
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Thpppt.

I think I need a root canal. This sucks. I got my boss to arrange for a health insurance agent to come out so I could finally get some, but it won't be until April 8th.

I need a time capsule to put my tooth in stasis so things don't get worse. Come on April 8th! I hate waiting.

I still have my fingers...
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Oh man, it just keeps getting better. Yesterday was awesome, today was spectacular, tomorrow my nuts will probably explode. Aw yeah baby, how you doin'? Huh? What? Forget it.

Anyway, me a week ago, "I think I'll stop drinking for a while." Me this week, "You dumb fuck, what the heck were you thinking?"

I'm Fun Bobby and we all know what Fun Bobby is...
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I just had the most awesome night! Sure, there was drinking. Sure, there were hot looking girls. But I got carded, bwahahahaha!

And not just normally carded, I'm talking, he ran it throught the scanner. I always go to this bar. Forget it. Don't say a word. Let me have it. He was making sure my ID wasn't fake! Hey, hey, hey! Let me have...
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Ohhhhh, I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK, I sleep all night and I work all day. I cut down trees, I wear high heels, suspenders, and a bra.

I have a dream, that one day, the world will know the wonder of my nipples.


Ahhh, sweet Stimpson J.

Man, I forgot how much Tool rocks! Just the kind of teeth kicking, angst charging music every growing boy needs. Plus, now I'm doubly psyched for my "weekend".

Yesterday played prelude as I watched the San Jose game on TV. I got to watch a fight and a really awesome goal before I had to go to work.

But today, thanks to some friend hookups,...
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OK, the only thing worse than listening to Bob Dylan, drunk, at 4:30 in the morning is listening to Leonard Cohen, drunk, at 4:30 in the morning. How very depressing and yet comfortably numb at the same time.

Pretty cool night, actually. I got called off of work (my secret demons did my bidding) and instead of being a tard and trying to get someone...
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Well, lemme tell ya a story about a cat named Bill
Poor country pussy couldn't keep his tummy filled
Then one day he was strumming on his tongue
And then came the money rollin' in by the ton

Royalties, that is. Greenbacks. Moolah-moolah.

Well, the next thing ya know ol' Bill's a billionaire
Kinfolk said, "Bill, move away from there."
Said, "Californee's the place for...
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I can't decide what's worse: a car that smells of vomit or a car that smells of Lysol? It's obvious I'm a stranger to the word "moderation". Anyone know what the half life of Lysol is? I tried to air my car out today and yet the smell persists.