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For those of you wondering whether I was dead or not- I'm still kicking around. Hi. I just don't feel the need to update this thing every single day like a teenage girl with MySpace...
Oh well, back to my lone bottle of scotch. -
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Seconding Newb's post for once.
We're doctors; we're here to help. So if anyone needs medical attention, get in touch with either of us and we'll see what we can do. -
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.:Voice Post:.
.:rain can be heard in the background accompanied by the sound of thunder and other... storm type noisey thingies?:.
Ah, well isn't today just another great day to be here in the wonderful world of Purgymathingy?
Heh...
.:his voice starts to fade as he begins to walk away from the computer:.
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...yeah.
Where can a guy get a glass of scotch around here? Or is this like one of those extreme survival missions where I'm forced to drink my own urine until I suffer from severe brain damage? -
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There's just got to be a better explaination for all this... I mean, Purgatory? Come on...
Hm, maybe the Janitor finally snapped and put me in a coma and I'm having some really, really screwed up nightmare. These 'Gods' can't just take you away from reality, it makes no sense! And I have kids- these assholes in the sky never think of that?
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Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I think I’ve just dropped into one of Betty-Lou’s little fantasy lands.
God, I thought we had a good thing going on here...
If this is Lurch's or Bobberoo’s idea of a joke- can I just say that you two are desperately in need of a new sense of humour? Believe it or not- since I’m a doctor I do have- oh my gosh- ( Read more... )