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If you can't put the fucking CD/DVD back in the case, here's an idea -
DON'T FUCKING TOUCH IT!!!!
I don't want my stuff all scratched up.
I bought it because I liked it, not for you to put your grubby fucking mitts all over.
And I don't lend out my stuff anymore.
I lent my 'Hollywood Babylon' books, and the fuck cut out pages.
I told him that I wouldn't spit on him if he was on fire.
Never talked to that asshole again.
One of The Wife's friends 'borrowed' my copy of 'Rubiyat' 2 tape set.
He 'lost' it.
Now, I don't loan out anything.
Oh, you want to borrow my Robert Johnson set? I'll copy it for you. Not good enough? Too fucking bad.
You didn't pay for it. I did. You fuck it up, I have to replace it.
/Rant Over.
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We must all go through a rite of passage. It must be physical, it must be painful, and it must leave a mark.
I have no knowledge of the events which you are describing, and if I did have knowledge of them,
I would be unable to discuss them with you now or at any future period.
 
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
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