08-03-2010, 04:47 PM
Like- My mom right now. She spent the better part of this morning sitting on the back porch with me trying to convince me that the moon was not the death star and it was not in firing range.
Hate- That as soon as I calmed down and came inside and fell asleep my dad woke me up going " We are within firing range." Gotta love his sick since of humor about hallucinations.
Hate- That as soon as I calmed down and came inside and fell asleep my dad woke me up going " We are within firing range." Gotta love his sick since of humor about hallucinations.
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The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever blunt instrument one can salvage.Whomever finds themselves too proper will be the first to perish. And you know nothing that matters now.[/COLOR]
The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever blunt instrument one can salvage.Whomever finds themselves too proper will be the first to perish. And you know nothing that matters now.[/COLOR]

