IO, my head feels detached

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Maybe you could drink beer at work without anyone noticing.
I'm sure being drunk would make work seem much more interesting. :up:
 
whats with using this 24 hour time????
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i feel like im in boot camp.
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:D

i just hate having to subtract 12 from it. its like being in maths all over again. "no sir, i dont really give a shit about finding the length of the 3rd side of this triangle because i WILL NEVER NEED TO KNOW OR CARE!" and i was right. i have never encountered a rather difficult triangle in my every day life since then and thought 'oh hell, what was that mr cruz used to say about hypotenuse triangles?'

so there.

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"Hi!"
If my Dad had not of thrown out our earphones which could also be used as a microhpone which my brother broke (he said the plastic bits "just bent and fell off by themselves" ) I could have said hello too
 
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When we did that at school we used yoghurt pots instead of tin cans. :up:
 
Mullen-Girl said:
Oh!!! :der: Man i'm worried about myself...i'm really slow! :( I just figured out that Mr. Baw is married to Bono's American Wife lmao :huh: :sad:

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"Detachable Penis" by King Missile

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.

[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]

This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on.
I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.

[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for a while, then out]
 
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