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LMGDMFSOBAO! (Sli-bone, you kill me!)
Wheelchairs, hookers, Rakefests, recreational chemistry, shitlists, automated access abuse hostilities, tattered clothing, naked Englishmen, Greek letters, keyboards, squirrel nuts, AND Cha Cho's Mexican food? That's the Churn I know and love...
"I feel so good, I'd like to punch somebody right in the nose!" -
E. G. Robinson in LITTLE CAESAR
This morning, I had a most disturbing "fatigue" nightmare, a variation of the one I always have, this episode featured me and my beloved gangster brother, Kyle, in a messy, Tupac-style, Las Vegas confrontation with some most unsavory and FRIGHTFULLY overarmed ASSHOLES, I woke up shaking like a leaf, and suddenly, I hear "WOOOO-HOOO!", which is the signal that someone has just typed "ppx" in #Amish_Rake_Fight. Well, it turns out its Frac, and she tells me some really good news about some "siblings", (no, I won't spill the beans now, I want to let her tell y'all herself), but it was VERY GOOD news, and it put a nice happy glow over the top of my MOST UNPLEASANT dream scenario. Thank you, Frac, I needed that. (Oggie - wtg, g!) (Dom - check out Kyle... brats can be fun, especially if YOU'RE one of them! haha)
Vegas gives me the "Tupac Hee-Bee-Gee-Bee's", which I guess is a lot better than the "Tacki TT-Bee-Gee's", if you think about it... even if you don't think about
Message For 188.8.131.52: K-Pac has got your number, biyatch!