Two things I love are the show Entourage and the cable company's On Demand feature. There's an episode that I watch on a regular basis, Entourage #10: "My Maserati Does 185", that encapsulates several events in my own life recently. Maybe I'll delve into that more later, just a thought while I sit here typing.
I gotta get to work. I'm really sick and I feel like someone has beaten the shit out of me. It's a familiar feeling, but fuck this hurts. It hurts like the time a guy started punching me in the back while I was sleeping on a couch because he got jealous that his step sister (who he'd been trying to find all night) might be fucking one of my friends.
Which he was, allegedly. Punching a sleeping guy; that's awesome. I think Gregster jumped to my rescue that night.
Only in Troutdale.
gooch:ouch.
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