Ahhh.

[blue_prophet]

As I sip my rum and coke, and ponder my year through a somewhat drunken stupper, I am forced to concede that life is not all that misserable. Much as the media would tell me it is, today I heard them say there were 3 attacks and an airline crash. Yet I am unperturbed for my flight tomorow. The fear of DEATH does not pervade me. The fear of not

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[original_fluffy]

So how are things now?

that is, the rum and coke being gone...

or did it just continue to re-appear in your hand until the world took a sudden spin sideways and gravity all of a sudden became very strong?

does alcohol bring peace?

[jelloink]

BUT WHY IS THE RUM GONE?

Yeah, sorry, had to do it.

[original_fluffy]

its ok jill

its ok

[jelloink]

Don't patronize me, bitch.

[original_fluffy]

I'm not patronizing you jill

why would I patronize you?

[jelloink]

Because you do it about as often as you breathe. ;)

[original_fluffy]

hmmmm

this explains why I often pass out on the way to/in/on the way home from school

[jelloink]

Yes..and then the goat gets the better of you, and the rest, as we say, is history.

[original_fluffy]

Hey!

the goat is clean!

I swear!

[jelloink]

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT!

And it involves a goat.

[original_fluffy]

I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...

but I couldn't resist...

I cleaned that goat, I scrubbed it clean

and i am sorry