The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Oh, go take a hike.

Have you ever wanted to tell someone to go screw themselves, but you have to deal with them, it wouldn't do any good, and wouldn't make any difference anyway?

Me neither. yeah.

Not drunk as a skunk, but perhaps loose as a moose.

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