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Stole this from tifaching Using only four words, tell me what… - Me myself and I
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06:18 am February 9th, 2015
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Stole this from tifaching

Using only four words, tell me what you would say to me if we woke up in a jail together.

Then copy and paste this into your own Livejournal and see what responses you get.

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Thread started by Ruth
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: February 9th, 2015 10:59 am (UTC) (Link)
This is my fault.

Edited at 2015-02-09 11:02 am (UTC)
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liliaeth From: liliaeth Date: February 9th, 2015 09:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
yes it is, I'm entirely innocent ;-)
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Thread started by tifaching
tifaching From: tifaching Date: February 9th, 2015 01:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Make it stop spinning.....
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liliaeth From: liliaeth Date: February 9th, 2015 09:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
I told you to stop after your fifth shot
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Thread started by ferrous_wheeler
ferrous_wheeler From: ferrous_wheeler Date: February 9th, 2015 02:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
Better than last time.
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liliaeth From: liliaeth Date: February 9th, 2015 10:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh God my head hurts.
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Comment by hawk_soaring
hawk_soaring From: hawk_soaring Date: February 9th, 2015 11:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
It wasn't me -- honest!
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Comment by Ms. Clever
irishvampire13 From: irishvampire13 Date: February 10th, 2015 12:56 am (UTC) (Link)
"What the fuck happened?!"
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Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man,
Well, it surely means that I don't know
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