Topic: Dear Diary...........OMG another Diary Part 120 + - part 35 | |
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And now for something completely different ... a man playing a piano UP HIS NOSE...
sorry for the interruption .. continue with your lives people |
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Sybil says......Gypsy says "Dear diary......I CANT STOP EATING MY NEW FOOD!!!! "
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I am not here. You didn't see me. Just go about your business. Move along.
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F R E E
G Y P S Y |
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Edited by
wiley
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Mon 04/20/09 11:50 AM
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/26389828@N00/319780716/
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i like cheese !
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Beer is good for the soul. Getting drunk is just an added bonus.
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and holding on to the floor so you dont fall off , is a plus too !
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Dear Diary, The cops came and took the drunk man away. He allegedly stole the neighbor's grill. Too bad, he invited me out for burgers.
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damn your luck !
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Dear diary, bleh! Its winter again. Yuck. I'm sick of it.
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just windy here .......
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i like cheese ! Careful, Chev- that kind of talk might get you sassed at by the management here! |
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Yeah diary, its been a long degrading weekend. Dead at work. Nothing going out. A sunday and monday off. My drunken neighbor has been pestering me for 2 days for a ride home to his other house 70 miles away by my work. He got into a fight with his wife and she went home without him. So he's begging me for a ride home on my way up to work. Surprise surprise! I'm not going to work today!
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chesse is good !
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But my neighbor is not suffering by no means. A freezer full of prime rib and 5 gallons of christian brothers brandy. 2 gallons of which he has consumed since friday. Called me wasted at 7:30 am today.
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Yup. Chev is envious of the drunken dude.
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i use to be that drunk dude !
20 yrs ago......... that was a bad time in my so called life ! |
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My neighbors 60 years old and lonely and well to do. He owned a bunch of big name clubs in minneapolis 20 years ago. He sold out before the market flattened and ran with the money. He's one of those guys with the midas touch and everything he touches turns to gold. Antiquities, tangible investments, etc. Now he's a retired alcoholic with a 40 year old babe for a wife and two homes. His home next to mine is his weekend getaway on the river. He rents the main street floor out to a hairstylist salon and has no bills.
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