Yeah that's why you got that restriction order.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Thu 31 Jan 2008, 16:17,
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don't give me that
she's a bitch. one minute inviting me round, next minute calling the police. she asks me to tar and feather her you know. she wants to see me locked-up, on drugs or dead. I don't know what to do. Maybe I should start on the long road to finding someone else, someone who's going to meet my needs and not call the police every time she sobers up, claiming I manhandled her with a double-ender.
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drbroon abloooobloobloo,
Thu 31 Jan 2008, 16:20,
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Just start crying - let it all out.
Cry and cry and cry and cry until you start laughing. Try rocking a bit too - it's soothing. If you start hearing voices, they can be silenced by screaming and clutching your head.
If that doesn't work, then kill her.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Thu 31 Jan 2008, 16:23,
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