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... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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home to enjoy the break, only to have our pet antelope murdered by assholes ( i live on a farm), my cousin commit suicide the week before christmas, and my boyfriend of 10 months dump me over the phone. i began to drink after that.
( , Sun 24 Apr 2005, 2:30, Reply)
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