"Trick-or-Treating, throwing things, scaring people... Another fine holiday whose meaning has been thrown out the window. *sighs*"
I can just pitcure Max sitting there in front of a fireplace in his red velvet robe with his initials stitched on it in gold, legs crossed, one hand holding a cup of imported wine, the other hand holding Homer's Odyssey, while Beethoven plays lightly in the background. "*Ahem* Welmette, dearest? Would you be ever so polite as to shut the back door? I'm feeling a cold draft, and I fear I shall catch a nasty bout of the fever."
Hey Max, my grandpa likes to bitch about how shitty things are now compared to how great things were back in the early 1900's too, but he was actually alive then.
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Oh yeah, as for me, I'll be in my basement playing GTA: Vice City. October 29th, baby. The end of my life for about three or four months.
Last edited by glukkon_daniel; 10-08-2002 at 01:23 PM..
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