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I. Am. Going. To. Die.

I mean it. I don't know how someone dragged a truck through here to hit me, but it's been done.
My head. There is an iron spike through my head. I think my eyelids have permanently fused with my eyeballs - they itch so much I'm really thinking of getting a spoon and fixing that in an extreme matter.
And I know sleeping on the floor is bad for my back, but this is new and really painful - and wait - yeah, there's an empty bottle of aftershave. Well, that explains the hideous but fresh taste in my mouth.

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det_alex_eames
Jan. 26th, 2006 10:22 pm (UTC)
And I thought *I* was living badly.

det_mike_logan
Jan. 27th, 2006 12:26 am (UTC)
You know, the love of a good woman could save me.

Or a bad one could be fun. I'd buy you your *own* bottle of Aqua Velva, or hell, we can go to the drugstore and you can pick out whatever. I'm cool that way.
det_alex_eames
Jan. 27th, 2006 12:36 am (UTC)
::laughs:: You're on your own, Mikey. I got enough trouble looking after my own partner.

Ask Barek.
jimmydeakins
Jan. 26th, 2006 10:33 pm (UTC)
I tried to warn you. But did you listen to the voice of age and experience?

No.

Sucker.
det_mike_logan
Jan. 27th, 2006 12:28 am (UTC)
I don't know where I went, but I'm pretty sure I had fun at the time. Or at least that's what the note in my shorts implied.
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