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I've not said a lot lately because I've not had much to say that makes any sense. Usually, that's because I've not got much to say. This time it's more that I've nothing to say that makes any sense. Here's a few things that sort do:
The cats are delightful little pains in the ass. Sam is still crapping in the floor but it's down to once a week or so. He can live with that for now.
I'm conflicted. I couldn't care less if Sascha Baron Cohen got thrown into the sun. I never found Borat, Ali G or any of the rest of his characters funny. Now I want to throw the man a parade for tea-bagging Eminem.
The cats are delightful little pains in the ass. Sam is still crapping in the floor but it's down to once a week or so. He can live with that for now.
I'm conflicted. I couldn't care less if Sascha Baron Cohen got thrown into the sun. I never found Borat, Ali G or any of the rest of his characters funny. Now I want to throw the man a parade for tea-bagging Eminem.