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[lilylazer]

The distinct scents of piss and stale cigarette smoke linger in the stagnant air. Strings break. Curses are uttered. Heads rip open like they're made of paper. Screaming penetrates the eardrums. Hands slip. Threats are yelled...then laughed at. Oh, the joys of band practice. I think Gas was fired a total of 17 times at practice, but none of

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[miikka_kuisma]

That almost sounds like my house.
Especially the first line. Heh.
Add some kitty poop smells to it and it would be home.

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[lilylazer]

Actually at the Trash Can it's more like Migé shit than kitties.

[miikka_kuisma]

Which shit is the worst?

[lilylazer]

Migé's, by far.

[miikka_kuisma]

Heh. Remind me to stay away from Trash Can then! :D