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Sep 01, 2005 00:49

Jesus, who do I have to blow to get a fucking paid account around here. I'd do it? But I'm Jason Bateman. I don't buy my own paid accounts, this much is gospel. Let's let those fingers do the ass-kissing, shall we? Until then you're stuck with these three icons that, while I found them equal parts insanely attractive, informative, and funny at first, have all grown tired. I'm just as sick of them as you're probably not, because honestly who could get sick of this old mug. Put your fucking hand down, Arnett.

I thought for paragraph two I would enlighten you as to the details surrounding my swinging bachelor life. But rules are rules and the non-disclosure agreements I typically have my underaged counterparts sign with in own blood, well they apply to me as well. So no goodies for you, but perhaps we can bake a batch of our own together. Pepperidge Farm remembers, and I scarcely forget a tush.

This would have been a more impressive update, but this is all you're going to get for free. Sort of like last week's episode of Yes Dear. Did you see that? Yeah I was pretty let down too. That show has really gone downhill since the second season. But maybe if you're real good I'll update with some of my very own Yes Dear fan-fiction and you can bear witness to how great that show could be if it really, really tried.

AIM suggestions also. Do it.
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