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Originally posted by Tony Smith
You might have a swollen toe, but at least your hat size hasn't changed!
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Might have, since I shaved in a good high-and-tight yesterday for the funeral service for the aunt of my friend (whom I and my father knew all our lives, the aunt I mean).
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Hey, haven't you just recovered from a broken rib? Have you met a sweet 'lil nurse down the RAP?
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Negative on the rib, old man, at least since I gave one away to make what we call "woman". But come to think of it, there
was this cute little thing (actually taller than me) at the funeral yesterday, half my age but not nearly as good-looking...
Piss me off... (not the woman)... the bloody black toe just woke me up. Scary, because I have to leave for work in less than four hours. Not quite sure how I'm actually going to walk to the tram-stop from here (could barely navigate from bedroom to here). Vodka needed methinks, but that's self-defeating.
The damnable thing was that I wasn't even pissed at the time I broke the bloody thing. Mebbe if I were I wouldn't have. Shite, this hurts.