Log into my e-mail... find spam titled "Old man dies inside Paris Hilton" and thanks to gmail's wonderful little preview it continues "Unemployed to be used for soup."
I also just spit orange drink all over my monitor.
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This just made my day
I also just spit orange drink all over my monitor.
its the boys that do the soul well.
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