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Dec 25, 2008 15:22



You know what I hate?

A benefactor, a patron of the arts, bestows upon me a check for $20,100. Then I tuck the check away for safekeeping, and, whilst I'm making out with Jaime Pressly, I wake up, and the first thing that comes to mind is, 'I'm glad I put that check somewhere safe before I realised it was a dream.'

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fangsnclaws December 27 2008, 08:06:25 UTC
Wow...um she's the epitome of white trash! ewwwwwwwwww...........

Sounds like a nightmare. my sympathies.

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phyfutima December 27 2008, 09:22:09 UTC
Much obliged. When I woke up, the second thing that came to mind was, 'Wait -- who the fuck is Jaime Pressly?' So I googled, and then the third thing that came to mind was exactly what you said: 'Ew.'

The unconscious is a sketchy place.

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_darkmind_ December 27 2008, 10:16:08 UTC
It's best to leave it there ;p

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