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[originalpeete]

I was seriously depressed this morning.  Like, not wanting to leave my bed even though I was fully rested.  So im going through my morning routine in a stoic manner, wondering when  I'll see the sun again, and for some reason, I imagined turning in my last lj post into my poetry class for peer review.

That would have been fucking funny. 

Comments

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[tonytron]

Dude. Anything with the words "balls" and "wedged" in it is great poetry. Throw in "douche-bagery," "puddle-ducks," and "Hoopla" and you're done. End of story. See:

[The Puddle-Duck's balls caused much hoopla when wedged under the fridge; a result of his neighbors extreme douch-bagery.]

...AWESOME!

[minxymistress]

dude, i think its contagious...i was so fucking blue the past couple of days. im talking desperately searching the house up and down for wine/beer/vanilla extract depressed. double yoo tee efF!?