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09 February 2006 @ 07:15 pm
Hooks fucking hurt  
Went with my jerk ass brother to a place in Iowa that is famous for its fabulous Cappuccinos and the Hookman. Nothing ruins my good buzz from a sweet and strong cappuccino like stories of people getting their guts ripped out by a  one-armed, one-hooked, crazy psychotic bastard.  Dean of course was thrilled as hell that we got to investigate a college dorm room, and I could have sworn that I saw him searching in a girl's panty drawer...maybe I've been gone to long and my brother has turned into a cross-dressing male-slut...

I met this sweet girl named Lori, and if I hadn't been still trying getting over Jessica, I might would have kissed her on the cheek, and possibly held her hand.

Anyway, we cornered the bastard at a church and I got sliced by that damn hook...thrown around a lot, and generally got my ass kicked while Dean took his sweet ass time melting down the silver cross that hung around Lori's necklace. That ass has done nothing but whine and complain because he got a bit dirty at the cemetery while my stomach is oozing blood all over the place..., does that sound right to you?
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