9:00 p.m. - 09.18.2003
You Got Your Phlem In My Flan.
The homeless and addicts of Captiol Hill have gotten together, distributed my picture, and have made a concerted effort to align against me.
Apparently, they have all decided to cough and hack up a lung specifically when I walk by - on me.
I'm amazed I haven't contracted some exotic hobo disease yet.
That disease must be truly horrible if it's symptons are the cause for all your teeth falling out, growing a ratty beard, and becoming a thrilling conversationalist with yourself.
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