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First I was sad so they gave me drugs and then I got sick so they gave me drugs and I was too happy so they gave me drugs and then I could fly so they gave me drugs and now everything is okay except when I close my eyes the walls try to eat me.

So I'll just keep them open.

Thanks, drugs!

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Date: 2005-03-29 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unnamed525.livejournal.com
Damn walls!

pug

Date: 2005-03-29 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] paulie123.livejournal.com
What a sweetie pie

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Date: 2005-04-02 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eididdy.livejournal.com
You ever make fun of pugs again and I will rip out your liver and left eye and stitch them back into each others place.

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Date: 2005-04-02 07:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theweaselking.livejournal.com
You're not feeling the love.

Feel the love, man!

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Date: 2009-11-20 05:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] torrain.livejournal.com
Terrifyingly enough, I am contemplating the kind of stitch that would best be used to accomplish that. I'm thinking maybe a whipstitch of some sort for the liver, but the eyeball's trickier...

...raise your hand if you can tell it's Friday.

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