Fresh on the heels of that latest post...
There can't be a much worse in life than seeing the valet parking attendant driving away as you realize you left the CD player on and it was playing Miley Cyrus.
Dude, that CD totally isn't mine. A friend made if for me. You can call her. Seriously, call her. You can use my cell. Dude. Come on. Dude. Dude.
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Valet? What kind of pansy-butt, rich SBC conference are you at?
And that is too your CD. Even if I made it, it's YOURS! So there.
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