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1/1/02
11:20:54 AM
172.155.172.25
They're circling each other and snarlin' like wolverines, Kurt. Pretty soon they're gonna rip each other's clothes off and climb back of my right temporal lobe and fuck my brains out (literally, I fear). Every culture allows us to act like dipshits on New Year's Day. Normally you or I don't have (or need) an excuse, but since that one's available I'm taking it. The whole purpose of this "thread" (and I use it the same way someone would say "asshole" instead of "Bolton") was to make you thrust your gnarled facial features upward into your approximation of a smile, or what passes for one in Texas. My point? Fuck if I know. My resolution this year is exactly the same as last year, to quit eating Liver and Brussels Sprouts. Since I can't stand either, I once again anticipate complete success. What a fucking year, huh? Maybe you'll get lucky and find a dipshit of Tacki's caliber this year, though you can't count on finding TWO, fer cryin' out loud. We started last year off like Slash and Asl Nose (from Buns 'n' Noses, songwriters of "Welcome to the Bunghole," "Knockin' on Devon's Whore" and the loathsome music-store-employee's-nightmare "Sweatshop of Mine"). Ended it like Leopold and Loeb of the Internet. Good job. You're smiling again, goddamnit. (Put that thing away, you're putting me off my breakfast.)
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