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"Okay, brain. I don't like you, and you don't like me. Let's work together to get out of this so I can go back to killing you with beer." H. Simpson
My scale, so far as I can tell, doesn't lie. My pants don't, either - those fuckers have been in the spin cycle without cracking.
They're calling me a fat bastard, dammit.
Time to prune. Not using prunes, but salad. . . mmmm. . salad.
[http://www.livejournal.com/users/etcet/86026.html]
My scale, so far as I can tell, doesn't lie. My pants don't, either - those fuckers have been in the spin cycle without cracking.
They're calling me a fat bastard, dammit.
Time to prune. Not using prunes, but salad. . . mmmm. . salad.
[http://www.livejournal.com/users/etcet/86026.html]
