Originally Posted by Pet_Sounds

This evening, my great-aunt succumbed to lung cancer, brought on by a lifetime of smoking. She was the goddamned coolest relative I ever had. She moved up to my little town about a year and a half ago. I hadn't seen her in years, and when my family visited her, she didn't say, "My, how you've grown!" She said, "I'll call you young'n, and you call me ancient." She bought me my first Beatles record.

She was the black sheep of the family. Based on conversations held in hushed tones, I gathered that she was a stripper back in the '60s. She drank, swore, and had a wicked sense of humour.

We bonded instantly - I'd bike over to her house to hang out on the weekends, even bringing a friend at times. The last words she said to me were, "If you ever stop playing piano, I'll come back from hell and break all your fingers."

Rest in peace.

I think I'll go cry myself to sleep now.

Originally Posted by Pet_Sounds

This evening, my great-aunt succumbed to lung cancer, brought on by a lifetime of smoking. She was the goddamned coolest relative I ever had. She moved up to my little town about a year and a half ago. I hadn't seen her in years, and when my family visited her, she didn't say, "My, how you've grown!" She said, "I'll call you young'n, and you call me ancient." She bought me my first Beatles record.

She was the black sheep of the family. Based on conversations held in hushed tones, I gathered that she was a stripper back in the '60s. She drank, swore, and had a wicked sense of humour.

We bonded instantly - I'd bike over to her house to hang out on the weekends, even bringing a friend at times. The last words she said to me were, "If you ever stop playing piano, I'll come back from hell and break all your fingers."

Rest in peace.

I think I'll go cry myself to sleep now.

Originally Posted by Machine

Dude I'm really sorry for your loss... She sounds like she was a really cool person to be around.

Originally Posted by WhateverDude

Sorry for your loss too, Pet_Sounds. That's some terrible news .

Originally Posted by Chula Vista

So sorry.

Originally Posted by ladyislingering

So sorry to hear about your loss, kiddo.

She sounds like she was such a fascinating, magnificent person. She just had a vice and it killed her (this will likely happen to most of us).

I'm glad you were able to know her in your lifetime. Carry on her legacy of coolness. (But keep those nasty smokes out of it.)

Originally Posted by Trollheart

Really sorry man. Puts all our crap into perspective. Hope you have some great memories of her you can hang onto.

Just an idea, when you've recovered: musical tribute in your journal?

Originally Posted by Pet_Sounds

This evening, my great-aunt succumbed to lung cancer, brought on by a lifetime of smoking. She was the goddamned coolest relative I ever had. She moved up to my little town about a year and a half ago. I hadn't seen her in years, and when my family visited her, she didn't say, "My, how you've grown!" She said, "I'll call you young'n, and you call me ancient." She bought me my first Beatles record.

She was the black sheep of the family. Based on conversations held in hushed tones, I gathered that she was a stripper back in the '60s. She drank, swore, and had a wicked sense of humour.

We bonded instantly - I'd bike over to her house to hang out on the weekends, even bringing a friend at times. The last words she said to me were, "If you ever stop playing piano, I'll come back from hell and break all your fingers."

Rest in peace.

I think I'll go cry myself to sleep now.

Originally Posted by mord

Actually, I like you a lot, Nea. That's why I treat you like ****. It's the MB way.

Originally Posted by ladyislingering

Zoinks, Scoob!

Our apartment complex is cracking down on people smoking "any substance" in their units or balconies.

Originally Posted by GuitarBizarre

Roxy is unable to perpetrate violence. It always somehow turns into BDSM between two consenting adults.

Originally Posted by Frownland

I just want to say your tits are lovely.

Originally Posted by grindy

Roxy is the William S. Burroughs of our time.

Originally Posted by Neapolitan

I like Roxy, she's awesome and her taste in music far exceeds yours. Roxy is in the Major League bro, and you're like a sad clown in a two bit rodeo.