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I'd like to dedicate this entry to my dear Adam F. Sierra, who was brutally killed tonight in a gang fight. His mangled little body was found in the middle of Rachel Taylor's lawn with the words "Michael Lives" written across his chest in pink lipstic. Of course we don't know who it could be, and of course it's not Michael Marsolo, who is his best friend that just happens to be a member of a rival gang.
I remember all the good times we had with Adam. Playing the Adam Sierra Game, his erotic Pony dance he would do for me when no one was looking, giving me fasion and diet advice. Always assuring and reassuring that he, infact, did had armpit hair even though I knew in actuality he did.
Walk away, Adam Sierra. Take your last bow.
I remember all the good times we had with Adam. Playing the Adam Sierra Game, his erotic Pony dance he would do for me when no one was looking, giving me fasion and diet advice. Always assuring and reassuring that he, infact, did had armpit hair even though I knew in actuality he did.
Walk away, Adam Sierra. Take your last bow.