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Join Date: Aug 2000 Location: The Abstruse Caboose 
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				May 4th, 2007, 09:05 AM
			
			
			
		
			
			       
				People aren't fun 
 So, I live with my cousin who is NOT a neat freak.  I'm constantly picking up after him.  Last Friday one of his friends broke one of my shot glasses, but whatever.  I thought that I picked up all the glass, but yesterday I was in the kitchen barefoot when I discovered another shard of thick glass.  Pulling it out, I bled absolutely everywhere in the kitchen.  The floor looked like something from a Rob Zombie movie--standing pools of blood, footprints of blood, random splatters.  It was awesome.  When my cousin saw it he just stared and stared as I invented some story about killing some guests, but my girlfriend was like, "oh, Seth stepped on some glass."  PSSSSSSH.  I told my cousin that I'd go buy a mop and clean it up (we just have a weird, inefficient, lame mopping apparatus) later.  When I got home, my artwork was gone.  He couldn't stand to just walk around the blood and look at it.  We had a party last night, and it would have been so so much better if our kitchen had been a bloody mess.
 People don't appreciate fun anymore.
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