I'm not always sweet
~1982 I was moving out of town. I couldn't take my cool bookshelf with me, but didn't want my jerk ex-roommates to have it, so I burned it in the backyard. There was alcohol involved. I remember hearing sirens and wondering where the fire was - the sirens kept getting closer...
It's a long story... in retrospect, with hindsight and the wisdom of age and experience, it was definitely the right thing to do.
It's a long story... in retrospect, with hindsight and the wisdom of age and experience, it was definitely the right thing to do.
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sometimes you have to just say, "fuck 'em."
 
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I like you more everyday. and cephy is right
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Of course it was! That is awesome! (:
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or you could've just sell it or give it to someone else :)) but if they were that bad then..@#ck them all lol
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the soon-to-be ex-roomies didn't hide their excitement about getting it - at the same time they were being rude to me -, so I guess I was sending a 'fuck you' message, and selling it or giving it away wouldn't have done the trick >:-)
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ahahaha your a classic... great story...schmick image
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