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[01 Jun 2008|07:19pm] |
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Jesus. Whoever decided to put poprocks in my pants is dead. I will find you. Whoever keeps pulling pranks on me, stop it, it's not funny. In other news, hung out with Logan earlier. Poor guy. We're going to go get a drink or something later on this week. Shaun is home now, so yeah.
Later yo.
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