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I could do the Walk of Shame from Jessica's abode to my car at 5 a.m. with little shame at all.

ouch. Yuck. guys, please cooperate a little LESS willingly in the downfall of the integrity of women!

Tell Jessica that. She's the one who admitted to suffering from "cab fare's on the dresser, stud" disease.

yeah me too!!! i read an article over on new scientist claiming scientists have found a new molecule that could store memory it claims.

Maybe if I go to the Monroe institute I'll be trained to OBE into a paralel dimension where I'm a hunky, 6'2 tanned actor who knows Jessica Alba and can benefit from this news

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