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Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Dec 30, 2012 3:40:12 GMT -5
Drunk guy with a bottle of Thunderbird hidden up his sleeve, a t-shirt tied around his head a la Karate Kid, paper stuffed in his ears, his pants around his house-arrest-monitored ankles, singing "We're goin' all the wayyyyy. Ooohhewwohhooh!".
He went on to eat toilet paper later in the night. So many wins going on tonight in psych ER.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Drunk guy with a bottle of Thunderbird hidden up his sleeve, a t-shirt tied around his head a la Karate Kid, paper stuffed in his ears, his pants around his house-arrest-monitored ankles, singing "We're goin' all the wayyyyy. Ooohhewwohhooh!".
He went on to eat toilet paper later in the night. So many wins going on tonight in psych ER.
Drunk guy with a bottle of Thunderbird hidden up his sleeve, a t-shirt tied around his head a la Karate Kid, paper stuffed in his ears, his pants around his house-arrest-monitored ankles, singing "We're goin' all the wayyyyy. Ooohhewwohhooh!".
He went on to eat toilet paper later in the night. So many wins going on tonight in psych ER.
Why did he eat toilet paper? Like, what was his stated reason for doing so?
Why did he eat toilet paper? Like, what was his stated reason for doing so?
I don't think crazy people have to have a reason for eating toilet paper. And if they do, it's not one you or I will understand.
And damn it, the remote controlled flying F'ck is unavailable. You guys bought them all didn't you?
I will admit something, that I never thought I would. I was such a big fan of Zaxby's, that I would eat some specifically needed toilet paper for budget reasons. Nuclear sauce isn't so swell when it's been in someone's guts.
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I will admit something, that I never thought I would. I was such a big fan of Zaxby's, that I would eat some toilet paper for budget reasons. Nuclear sauce isn't so swell when it's been in someone's guts.
my 85 year old grandmother sends me emails sometimes. they are usually in all caps. i can't tell if this is b/c she doesn't know that the caps lock is on or that she needs to see the bigger letters. oh grandma.
When I was younger, I hated staying at home on the weekends. I always wanted to be on the go, doing something. As I get older, my favorite part of the weekend & all I want to do is park myself on my couch, laptop in hand, rocking my yoga pants, comfy sweatshirt & sanuks.
I don't think crazy people have to have a reason for eating toilet paper. And if they do, it's not one you or I will understand.
And damn it, the remote controlled flying F'ck is unavailable. You guys bought them all didn't you?
I will admit something, that I never thought I would. I was such a big fan of Zaxby's, that I would eat some specifically needed toilet paper for budget reasons. Nuclear sauce isn't so swell when it's been in someone's guts.
Drunk guy with a bottle of Thunderbird hidden up his sleeve, a t-shirt tied around his head a la Karate Kid, paper stuffed in his ears, his pants around his house-arrest-monitored ankles, singing "We're goin' all the wayyyyy. Ooohhewwohhooh!".
He went on to eat toilet paper later in the night. So many wins going on tonight in psych ER.
Why did he eat toilet paper? Like, what was his stated reason for doing so?
Ummm. Not really sure. He went in to do a dooody. Was in there a long time, and had turned off he lights. We found him sitting on the floor with what was essentially a ball gag made out of toilet paper in this mouth, as well as some moistened toilet paper balls thrown so as to stick to the walls.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I really hope no one says it feels like a funeral home here.... I work in surgery, but there are also very few people here today. Knowing that I won't get a nap in before tonight's activities is bringing me to tears.