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The Sunday paper is so large that I could smell it the moment i walked into the room. The twins had opened it and scattered it about a bit, and my room is like a bracket shape, bed on one end, desks on the other, display case n dresser in the thin bit. I entered the room to fetch them out of it, and I could smell the paper--that newspaper smell. Itr wasn't until I came round the bendie n saw the paper that I recognized it tho.

So what have you guys smelled lately?

Those of you who haven't showered yet need not apply.

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Boss of Death, Phillip Monkeyballs Rancid

In the unlikely event of a water landing, this title is designed to be used as a flotation device.


Mufti of The Black Army of Beer For Breakfast, Phillip Rancid
Sub Czar Junior Grade of Death, Phillip Monkeyballs Rancid
Mage of Cannibalistic Rituals to the Glory of Eugenics, Phillip Monkeyballs Rancid

Here's the plan: First we show up. Then we see what happens.

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and so here's mine, stolen from she from she and from he--why shouldn't we cross-reference our haves and haven'ts, for a more common info base?

( 25 Things I've Done )

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any rich person who never left me their fortune
Circle I Limbo

militant feminists who make the guys do the lifting
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

crooked agents of The Man
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

whoever signed Kip Winger
Circle IV Rolling Weights

anyone who wouldn't hire me
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

people who think that fucking with other people's emotions is cool
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

people who fuck up other people's self esteem
Circle VII Burning Sands

rapists
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

everybody who isn't with me
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell