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Network. I haven't watched it in a while.
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Coincidentally enough, I do know the ridiculously hot asker of this question. And I would totally hit it like the wrath of an angry God. :D
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Dunno. Probably because I know a lot of things that you don't but should?
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Maddie? Jessie? Rhi...ie? YES. All other interested correspondents, please send pictures and measurements to butch.rosser@gmail.com for future considerations. Thanks, MGMT.
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Peaches. But only under those circumstances!
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Cuddling. It's closer. And sometimes leads to stuff...
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That innocent heartbroken child can have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Happy birthday TO THE GROUND! Welcome to the real world, jackass!
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I wanted to write either for SportsCenter or David Letterman. I'm doing neither of these things now, but I'm very happy doing what I do.
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It's orange. (assuming)
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NO. Rich, leave the drugs alone.
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Rich, I believe you have smoked yourself retarded.
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Depends. It's almost summer. Probably Mission Beach. Maybe I hit up Tabe or Tacos del Gordo or Lucha Libre on the way.
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Probably the Con, maybe the Expo. We'll see...
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What in the BLUE HELL are you talking about?
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Brilliance, both in the important and the mundane.
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I dunno. Can't be anything I've already sung this year. Back In Black, maybe? I try and do it every week, but I've been slacking on my pimping. I put away about 150 songs last year, though.
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I dunno. Also, fuck off, Ken. Still met Stacy Keibler. Still the Property Of Kristen Bell. And the Bellas live in MY town, not yours. It'll happen. :D
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No idea. I feel like writing. And maybe laundry. Perhaps a little more cleaning to feel more awesome. MIGHT cook. It's 6, how the fuck do I know? :D
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I think bad. You need that physical closeness.
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