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I paid for the year of service, played for approximately two months, then my dad's dog ate my wireless adapter. So now I've been paying for nothing. This seems like an unfortunate situation, though.

I've never listened to any of his work, mind you. I get Rain Dogs, and, unless I'm missing something, it's a booze-soaked chainsmoker rambling. I mean, I kind of like it, but I don't really understand the appeal. I'm assuming Inc and Milky will be here shortly.

You could always leave.

You look stupid and generic.

Or stop being thirteen.

That's hysterical. I demand congressional hearings to get these steroids out of the music industry.

Hey, she's not attractive when she's naked, either.

This is amazing.

He doesn't mean in. Believe in Jesus.

I saw Sweeney Todd this weekend, and I was surrounded by old people. At first, I was startled, until I heard them all buying tickets for the Bucket List. Then, I was very sad. Old people watching a movie about old people doing shit before they die. I swear, if there's a giant takeoff of skydiving elderly, I'm going to flip.

24) After kicking roommate out of room for incident described in number 5, you pace around your room, smoke some pot, listen to some music, and chill out. Fifteen minutes later, you open your bedroom door to find roommate standing there with a Polaroid camera. He immediately takes a picture, then sits down on the couch. You ask him what that was about, and he replies, "I just wanted to see what an uptight asshole looks like". Amazed, you have to ask him how long he was standing outside of your door. He replies, "About ten minutes."

4. You come home from work to find your roommate in your room, playing your video games, smoking your weed, wearing your clothes, with his hair done up exactly like yours using your hair products. When you ask him what the fuck he's doing, he replies that he wanted to know what it would be like to be you for a day.

Greek = anal. If you wanna eff Jesus in the ay.

I bet you never even listened to the Paramore CD, Dan.

I started to re-read The Road, then decided to move to a different McCarthy novel, so I dusted off my copy of All the Pretty Horses that I never got around to reading.

This is a fucking stupid idea. Everyone who's posted in this thread should be ashamed.

She'd look okay on the end of my cock.

God, now that Matt Young has a picture of himself flexing as his avatar, I'm totally afraid to step to him.

I picked up the I'm Not There Official soundtrack...interesting, to say the least.

I can throw a football over a mountain.

Two Gallants, Springsteen, and Stars of the Lid, currently. Anything mellow and stripped down.

Read your blog a couple of times. It's called a context clue.

I went to the Tempe Town Lake Block Party. Spent over a hundred and fifty dollars, watched the Love Me Nots and Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers, did copious amounts of shots, and slept on an apartment floor until I had to be at work at 11 this morning. All in all, my New Year's Resolutions are as follows: stop smoking, start taking care of myself, stop being such a pussy, start banging more hot chicks. Oh, and Matt Young is such a fucking faggot. For real.