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gross
I remember frenchie. He liked me so he use to let me have milk. No one else was suppose to have it. I also remember the munchies and Monk would have the key to the refrigerators so we would go to the kitchen and raid the cheesecake. It was actually the first time I ever had cheese cake. Now I'm addicted it was so good. Does anyone remember the name of the jockey who use to come there. I forgot his name he was really short. I am so bad with names. What was the name of the women who ran the place. She was monks g/f and lost a lot of weight for him. Her brother was a doctor.
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Uh, ooh, there's my ride! ; )
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Cool!
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I can't believe that they left the computer behind-someone could have used it at the time-again, my old, Great Depression Era values! : )
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Infectious waste...gross.
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Too funny! ; )
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Great Composition! : )
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Too scary!!!
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I wouldn't want to get locked up in there!
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not very sanitary looking at all. well, not now at least
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Okay... that's weird. I'd be a bit upset by that if I was taken there for social reintegration. It's just... surreal.

AWESOME gallery! Two shots of The Great One included! You are the best, man, really.

Since this set was taken 4-1/2 years ago, I gotta ask, is your hair still the same style? What does it look like now? (Just curious.)
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That is bitchin'. It's like they knew you were coming.

I agree with Debbie. This is a really good shot of you.
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Is this place sealed off to the public or is it go in at your own risk?
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Not sure which would hurt more - the therapy, or the therapy table.