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I was told that I was being mourned by a few of the women folk. Sorry girls, I was too busy telling Jake Gyllenhaal that the flock of teenage girls on set was clearly there to see me and not him, which only led to my being laughed into the ground. Embaressment of the year, I was working on recovering my humor, which isn't quite there yet. So fuck it, I'm back. And I'm sticking around this time, or you can come chase after me screaming LARRY PAUL at the top of your lungs while I weep for my sanity and send David E. Kelley death threats.