I got nothing, I'll just sit here in the corner and sip my beer and watch, thankyouverymuch.
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8 comments:
Whaddya mean ya got nothin'? You got beer, dontcha?
Wow, you have even more (or less?) nothing than me. And I have absolutely NOTHING nothing. Which makes me wonder, when one has more nothing than another person's nothing, does he/she/it have less nothing or more nothing?
... Erica just gave me a headache...
The ache that always follows the head is probably the number one reason I remain unmarried to this day.
Just damn.
Actually, I ran out of beer, but I still have some rum
some days I wonder, Erica, if the headache is worth it. And then I remember that he gets me coffee every morning before I get out of bed. And I realize how lucky am.
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Hey....i got nothing all the time, so I always just watch and munch popcorn, and drink beer. (Still trying to figure out what a Purple M*fkr is though.) Perhaps tomorrow night on my night out....and I just lost my train of thought...so I guess that calls for another beer! Yay me!
Erica, I think we need to kidnap Holder and force her to participate with us...whut ya think?
Oh, yes. Absolutna. Purple MoFos all around. Impy baby, come to Helen. We'll both be there. Alas, sadly, Chickie and Maeve will not be.
yeah, yeah, twist my arm to make me drink!
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