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Can't you Hear me Knocking
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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I had linguini for lunch. The colors are fucking awesome. Check Atkins off the list of causes...
You know, I can't wait to get home today, fire the tops of my new bottle of Blavod (black colored vodka for screwheaded rubes like me), mix it up with one of those tropical Fuze drinks, pour in half a red bull, fire up a Camel light and sit on the deck, staring at the sky, mulling over where I'll waste a pile of money at dinner, embarrassing myself by slurring while ordering ("Yes... the mussels and filet... filet of steak... yes..."). Then I'll badger a buddy to bake me and pass out watching some lousy movie I got from Blockbuster last nite.
Or I could go to the beach. Nah, fuck that. Too much work.
Has it really come to this? Should I shout... should I scream? Maggie, what have I done?
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What about the horns in Rainy Day Women #12 & 35?
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