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1. schlemaggle says:

   June 25, 2005 at 12:26 pm

   ohmygooooooooooood. so, yeah. this hangover isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

   thank you sooooooo much for taking care of me, yet again. how is it that every time i manage to drink myself sick, you are around to pick up the pieces and put me in bed, and make sure i have a bucket beside me, and go find my ring that i leave poolside? not that i’m complaining–you’re the best friend a drunk girl could have (or one of the top five, at least )…i just feel bad for you because you never get too drunk and too sick for me to return the favor.

   excellent party, by the way. that cider kicked so much ass. we need more. STAT. and a gajillion thank yous for finding my ring, by the way. i don’t know what i’d do without you.

   p.s. i don’t know if we talked about anal functions enough last night, so here goes: when i got home this morning, i had to poop. which isn’t, you know, remarkable in any way, really. but riddle me this: how is it that i had anything left in my stomach to poop out after the kroger incident *and* throwing up?

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2. goaticusmaximus says:

   June 27, 2005 at 10:50 am

   The aliens put the poop there to test our plumbing capacity.

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