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I had to try and deal with the basic harsh reality of life this morning after suffering a night of nosebleeds, imaginary yelling and dreams of fucking my ex-bosses wife. I blame E and K collectively for this state of affairs, how can I be expected to remain stable when the environment we three have chosen to live in is littered with screaming lies, dirty ex-habits  and tangled, sweating limbs?

° Why on earth would you want to sleep with ******'s wife J?

° Just to piss him off I would imagine, I mean ... good God, I don't think it would be possible to engage in any kind of sexual act with her. I would have to be fucked on smack again to even consider it, and even then it would have to be for huge amounts of hard cash.

° But were you once again hooked, Mister, you wouldn't be able to complete the job, remember?

° That's a good point. Please tell me we have coffee.

° We can't. Unless we are allowed to lie before breakfast?

This is where I came in I believe.

Tomorrow is Thursday however. I was born on a Thursday, so ...

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