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March 09, 2013


Man talks to vodka, confesses undying love for jail cell urinal

(Thanks to jon harris)


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Been there, done that, seen the movie, bought the t-shirt.

Chelsea Handler, we have FOUND your dream man.

Who said romance is dead. The altar of love.

One night after a particularly bad week in the emergency room, a group of us decided it would be a great idea to blow off some steam so we went to a fine establishment in S.C. called "Possum Holler". It was ladies night, so the beer was free, and they had a male strip show! I don't remember having a conversation with any toilets but I do remember the next day I asked God several times to please take me now. Good times.

Good on you NC. It wasn't in Pumpkin Town, was it? Have you read George Singleton's books. He lives near me and I think you would enjoy them.

Thanks Ken. I haven't read any of George Singleton's books but I'm definitely going to. Possum Holler was near York, SC. I'm not sure if it's still there or not. It use to be the place to go.

"I talk to the vodka,
My words are all carried away.
I talk to the police,
They do not care,
The cops do not care."

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