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Tom vs. Whiskey



No one asked; no one wants to know.






Later, we put him in the truck and told him not to leave the vehicle.






This is where he spent most of Saturday night. Including a trip down the highway.
At one point enroute, he did look up, and his expression seemed to ask, Who am I?






The next morning, I force a Bad Girl Power Drink down him.






By the time we get to the airport, he looks as if he were rode hard and put away wet.
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[identity profile] schpydurx.livejournal.com 2007-12-08 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
no, i wasn't. I was telling you you could go to hell for talking about your mom that way.
Edited 2007-12-08 00:13 (UTC)

[identity profile] jesskd26.livejournal.com 2007-12-08 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
no, i wasn't. I was telling you you could go to hell for talking about your mom that way.

Hey....do you have something going with his mom? You sick pervert!

[identity profile] jaceman.livejournal.com 2007-12-08 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
What I want to do is beat the piss out of you for telling me to 'go to hell,' but to save myself a trip to jail, I'm just going to quote something that seems very applicable now.

Who was talking to you, exactly?

-DocJollyWood

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