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The Art Of Fighting, Without Fighting

The Art Of Fighting, Without Fighting

"That fucking cunt, that fucking asshole. If I see his face again, I'm going to fuck him the fuck up." I'm standing in the smoking court at the Fluid Oz., and this guy is steaming bad – I think he's a friend of a friend of a former workmate of mine. "Come on, baby," I said, and the subt

10.17.2010| antics |

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Catching Up With Friends From High School Days Isn’t Always What You Expect

"I've got to be honest - I don't really remember you from all those years ago." "Huh? You invited me out here and you don't even remember me?" I said. "Well, I vaguely... Wait - didn't you have long hair?" "Yeah, that was me." "It's all coming back to me. Inkerman is your brother righ

08.16.2009| antics |

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