FarkerPeaceboy
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| Partied hard at an English pub in Redlands (CA). Going back tomorrow where I vow to devour a Scotch Egg, like Keith from the Office (BBC) |
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| Tonight's inebriation was brought to you by a grant from the Drunk Off My Ass Corporation and the I Hope That Wasn't A Dude Foundation. |
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| HRC no longer at the Beverly Ctr? Went to PF Changs. Fortune cookie: "HALP I 12YR BOYE HAPL BOSS MAEK WORK HALP". WTF, no lucky numbers??! |
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| BTW, failed my audition with the Pussycat Dolls. Knew I shoulda done a different Gilbert & Sullivan number. Always trust my first instinct. |
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| LA's still fine, the sun still shines most of the time, the feeling's still laid-back, and the radio stations still suck. |
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| Helpful dining note from my hotel room: if you don't want to pay for the snackbar, that ribbon around the toilet isn't as waxy as I thought. |
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| New FF "Sam Jackson peeing" extension kicked in... peeing... still peeing... shake... flush... annnnnnnd OHHHH!, leaves the lid up. Gotdamn. |
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| @katrina_ , my dad may be single-handedly keeping the full-screen DVD biz in biz. Don't blame me -- we've had "the talk". |
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| @chickenlittle I wish. LAX at 10am to p/u a buddy, then @ Daniel's for debauchery. If we can end up towards OC, will let you know. |
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| Going to SoCal for several days. Increased partying, decreased Twittering. And now that you know I'll be out, don't take my stuff. xoxo, me |
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| My steering wheel needs more USB ports. |
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| Biz email sent to 3k worldwide, 200 came right back calling me a spammer. Feel so dirty. Didn't even mention their penis til the last line. |
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| @HPZ , darn tootin'. |
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| @h9, so's vagination. |
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| @ku_no_ichi, ninjas can't be crushed! The shoe goes down and hits floor, ninja gone, where ninja go. |
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| John Edwards was just waiting to see which way the wind blew. Then he was waiting for the wind to stop blowing. You know, the hair. |
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| Campbell Brown is my favorite crayon. |
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| It's quite moving to me how a group of local women are processing their grief by forming a lame post-grunge band called Puddle of MADD. |
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| Just noticed it's 85 degrees in my office. Time to turn the air conditioner on, and get in it. |
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