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Soo... big wedding on saturday. My equipment: Some nice, light brownish dress shoes that looks like they were made by a bangledeshian slave worker (34.95 REGULAR 99.95!!! FUCKING SEARS FUCK YEAH!), some like cordouroyish typeish dresspant with like pleats in them. Pleats are pointless... infact say that word out loud 10 times, and it loses all meaning. I'll just make it easier for you... pleats pleats pleats pleats pleats pleats pleats pleats pleats pleats. I grabbed those at "Jack Frasier" for there store closing "we need to get rid of EVERYTHING" deal. 30 something dollars... regular 90!! Fuckin deals nowadays, gotta keep your eyes open. Speaking of deals... i usually look at the sale rack at the gap... dissapointing collection. It's been raided! Anywayssss... an lightish peachish orange oxford shirt to top it off. I look soo snazzy. I was looking at myself in my moms mirror rehearsing lines and conversation starters: "O, hey Paul! How yeah doing?! Congradulations on the wedding and stuff.. yeah awsome!" *handshake the air*, "Great party, great party!" *swig invisble cup*, "Yeah, im in the real estate business!", "good luck with that one-gina paul!". Other than that, i got a shit load of a room to clean... i moved a whole bunch of stuff around and its just a mess! anyways... bye