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March 18, 2005
Overheard: HST RIP
Let's see . . . a carton of Dunhill menthols, 10 fifths of Bacardi, 100 hits of blotter acid, assorted pills, a garbage bag full of weed, a half-dozen salt shakers filled with cocaine, my .45 and a thousand rounds of ammo. Who knew throwing a "Goodbye, Hunter S. Thompson" party would be so difficult?
Posted by Mark at March 18, 2005 06:32 AM
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