Cantankerous: Never again, Swanney. I'm off the scag.
Swanney: Are you serious?
Cantankerous: Yeah, no more. I'm finished with that shite.
Swanney: Well, it's up to you, man.
Cantankerous: Gonna get it right this time. Gonna get it sorted out. Gonna get off it for good.
Swanney: I've heard that one before.
Cantankerous: The !@#$%! method?
Swanney: Well, it really worked for him, hey.
Cantankerous: Well, he's always been lacking in moral fiber.
Swanney: He knows a lot about Thurston Moore.
Cantankerous: That's hardly a substitute.
Swanney: You need one more post?
Cantankerous: No. I don't think so.
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Originally Posted by girlgun
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during which time:
Relinquishing sy gossip. Stage one, preparation. For this you will need one room which you will not leave. Soothing music. Tomato soup, ten tins of. Mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold. Ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of. Magnesia, milk of, one bottle. Paracetamol, mouthwash, vitamins. Mineral water, Lucozade, pornography. One mattress. One bucket for urine, one for feces and one for vomitus. One television and one bottle of Valium, which I've already procured from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way also a drug addict. And now I'm ready. All I need is one final post to soothe the pain while the Valium takes effect......
*busts through door to use neighbor's computer*