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Wash: Well, I wash my hands of it. It's a hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery. Zoe: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay. Wash: Oh, no, I'm starting to like this poetry idea now. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now she's all corpsified and gross...

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Spidra Webster - Mar 20, 2006 12:43:26 pm PST #4576 of 10001

I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

Heh. "Uncle Arnold"

I spent yesterday (when not dining with the urbane Sparky) going through loads of loose papers to find my medical receipts in prep for taxes. I didn't get far. Found lots of 2004. Not so much 2005. I hate living on a construction site.

Nicole - Mar 20, 2006 12:44:30 pm PST #4577 of 10001

I'm getting the pig!

Bless my Aunt T because she does my taxes for me every year.

Tax money has already been received and spent, actually. Bills, bills, bills. For some crazy and insane reason, I decided early last year to cut up my credit cards (I know I won't call to order new cards) and do my best to pay them off as soon as I can.

Living beyond your means is only fun until reality comes crashing down on you. The terribly scary part is that I don't have a whole lot to show for all of the debt I have. (House doesn't count.)

billytea - Mar 20, 2006 1:05:42 pm PST #4578 of 10001

You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Huh. I really need to do my taxes too. (I still have to file in the US.) I'd better make sure I have all the paperwork together.

billytea - Mar 20, 2006 1:38:55 pm PST #4579 of 10001

You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Oh. Oh. I just got an email from the Wallybee. While I was away at my sister's wedding over the weekend, she found that she was missing me more than she realised. She thinks she's fallen in love with me.

I'm tearing up here.

Spidra Webster - Mar 20, 2006 1:41:22 pm PST #4580 of 10001

I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

Yay! Well, as much as I've interacted with you online, you seem like a helluva catch, bt.

billytea - Mar 20, 2006 1:42:24 pm PST #4581 of 10001

You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Yay! Well, as much as I've interacted with you online, you seem like a helluva catch, bt.

I'm certainly over the size limit.

Spidra Webster - Mar 20, 2006 1:43:47 pm PST #4582 of 10001

I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

The more to help one survive the winter.

ChiKat - Mar 20, 2006 1:44:14 pm PST #4583 of 10001

That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

Oh, bt! That's just wonderful!

P.M. Marc - Mar 20, 2006 1:45:10 pm PST #4584 of 10001

So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Aww! BT, that rocks.

Couldn't happen to a sweller fella.

Want: [link]

JZ - Mar 20, 2006 1:45:20 pm PST #4585 of 10001

See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

I'm tearing up here.

Aren't we all!

You're so damn lovable.

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