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congrats From: sani [e-mail] [homepage] 2004-04-16 05:05:23 |
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Thanks for classifying my stuff as "junk." Actually, I'll take that thanks back. You suck. From: Laurie [e-mail] [homepage] 2004-04-16 12:46:39 |
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"Sometimes you gotta move, gotta get a bigger house. Why? No room for your stuff anymore. Did you ever notice when you go to somebody else's house, you never quite feel a hundred percent at home? You know why? No room for your stuff. Somebody else's stuff is all over the goddamn place! And if you stay overnight, unexpectedly, they give you a little bedroom to sleep in. Bedroom they haven't used in about eleven years. Someone died in it, eleven years ago. And they haven't moved any of his stuff! Right next to the bed there's usually a dresser or a bureau of some kind, and there's no room for your stuff on it. Somebody else's shit is on the dresser. Have you noticed that their stuff is shit and your shit is stuff? God! And you say, 'Get that shit offa there and let me put my stuff down!'" George Carlin. |
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