I am so done with New York. Done done done. That's how done I am. Fuck the north with its 15 degree weather and my nonexistant testicles.
All was not lost, however. 100 bucks snagged me a last minute, second row seat to Monty Python's Spamalot and a chance encounter with scientology fucktard Tom Cruise and prego-wife Katie Holmes. Also, ask me
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