Nickolati
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...moved to Idaho?
 the cumstain that is left on the wall 11 years after the party has ended
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Reply 1 of 49 (Originally posted on: 11-02-08 02:28:13 PM)
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One time I rummaging through my apartment looking for 5 dollars so I could walk down to the gas station to get a pack of ports. It took me about 3 hours to find enough change to equal that amount. I was pretty broke at the time due to it being summer and not having a full time job. Once I bagged the change up, I took off headed for the gas station. One the way there I stepped on a nail and it went through the bottom of my flip flops and into my heal. It hurt really bad, but all in all wasn't that big of a deal. I continued on. I was walking with my head down because I was paranoid of stepping on something else. Upon arrival to the gas station I found a crumpled up $100 bill laying on the ground. I went inside and asked if anyone had lost some money. No one could tell me the amount missing, so I kept it.
I walked to the liquor store to get a bottle of Jameson with my new found wealth. With the thrill of going from broke to having spending cash, I forgot about the nail wound. By this time it was bleeding pretty bad and I didn't notice. I walked into the liquor store leaving blood footprints behind me. The cashier freaked out, and I apologized. I offered to clean it up, and he just told me to pay and get out.
From the liquor store I just walked back to my apartment and treated my wound. I then smoked a cigarette and drank a glass of Jameson on the rocks.
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