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Date: 2005-06-08 7:42 p.m.

The other day at the all-day social gathering, two people were having one of those, "Who's had a less fortunate life" arguments. You know, the ones where 2 or 3 people are arguing about who has had a crappier life as a way of making themselves feel important:

Girl: blah blah blah, all of my family members have tried to kill themselves, blah blah blah
Guy: blah blah blah, lived in a foster home until I was 12, blah blah blah
Girl: blah blah blah, I got a near fatal wound when my Dad tried to kill me, blah blah blah
Guy: blah blah blah, I was in and out of the hospital for 10 years, blah blah blah

I couldn't take any more of this depress-a-thon, so I interrupted in a boastful manner:

Casey: I fucked a cat and got AIDS.

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