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Just off the top of my head?
Had an examination, of my ass.
The whole situation really.
Good news in the end, but still, I don't think I could ever really be friends with my Doctor after that...
Most conversations with my mother, which are ALWAYS about her whining about her scumbag abusive boyfriends latest episode...not being able to sympathise (as I don't) yet not being able to say anything negative, as it'll just come back to me being "unsupportive" next time shithead's NOT on her shit-list. So I sit there in silence, until I get "are you still there?" numerous times.
Crazy women...
Uh, the other day, my friend burst in and hurled on my bathroom floor while I was taking a shit not 4-5 feet away from there. I was stoned as fuck off some bad-ass brownies...he was too, actually I gave him double what I had which is supposedly what made him hurl (which I think is bullshit, it's never made ME sick), so yeah...bit awkward, though in all honesty at the time it just seemed so ridiculous that I just sat there, still taking a shit, laughing at him.
Ex's.
No, generally speaking I do not want to "be friends"...
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The door opened...you got in..:rolleyes:
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