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hmu on snapchat my name is 'tbonemeister'

PLEASE ADD ME BACK

PLEASE DUKE

I hope you're all right and not in the hands of some outback nazi law enforcement agency

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ground control to major tom

happy bloated birthday

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY NUKELMOOSE

And my own affairs were as bad, as dismal, as the day I had been born. The only difference was that now I could drink now and then, though never often enough. Drink was the only thing that kept a man from feeling forever stunned and useless. Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I've got to live with these ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ for the rest of my life, I thought. God, they all had ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and sexual organs and their mouths and their armpits. They ♥♥♥♥ and they chattered and they were dull as horse dung. The girls looked good from a distance, the sun shining through their dresses, their hair. But get up close and listen to their minds running out of their mouths, you felt like digging in under a hill and hiding out with a tommy-gun. I would certainly never be able to be happy, to get married, I could never have children. Hell, I couldn't even get a job as a dishwasher.

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BARON TONY TRUNKSLAM

BARON VON NUKELNUNGS

Jesus, I thought, I am ripped right straight to the tits. Where am I? Are we going up or down? Somewhere in the back of my brain, I knew I was sitting in a jeep in the parking lot of a night club on an island off the Mexican coast — but how could I really be sure, with another part of my brain apparently convinced that I was looking down on the huge glittering bowl of Los Angeles from the cockpit of a 727? Was that the Milky Way? Or Sunset Boulevard? Orion, or the Beverly Hills Hotel?

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Tongs.