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Headbutt.

I was going to tell you some kind of story, or write some remarkably intellectual piece on somethingorother, but then I saw that it's 4:30, and that means that it's time to go home. So you bastards will have to wait until we get internet at the house. ("Wait", you ask, "you still don't have internet?" No, we don't. You know who's fault that is? Goddamn Cox Cable. They are almost as bad as Comcast. In fact, they suck. Kind of like your math skills.)

Read up on Josh Wander. He's not as polished or as tall as I am (read: midget), but he's a good kid nonetheless. He's still living in Pittsburgh because he's an idiot and, even though he says Pittsburgh sucks all the time, refuses to leave. But he can drink like a fish. Like a really short, alcoholic fish. Minus the gills and all that. I hope if he stays there he at least grows a mullet to fit in. (Is that a dig on Pittsburgh? Yes, yes it is.)

K bye.