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Posted 6 November, 2008 in nuts and bolts, life shiz
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x365 - Karyn ? (0)
Posted 2 November, 2008 in x365
We were doing college internships for a publicist who gave us tasks like removing plastic wrap from cassette tapes. We both quit within a week: we suspected our talents were being somewhat underutilized.
x365 - Michael L. (0)
Posted 2 November, 2008 in x365
Next time you do your makeup, remember to blend the foundation into your neck, especially if you’re wearing an open-necked shirt (as you currently are). A porn star should know these things.
x365 - Andrew W. (0)
Posted 2 November, 2008 in x365
I’m trying to come up with positive memories of you, but I’m still mad that you told M my accent sounded stupid. M wishes I would let it go: it’s been twelve years.
x365 - Randall P. (0)
Posted 2 November, 2008 in x365
On the 10 back to Alta Loma, the lane markers sparkled like constellations. We’d stolen a case of beer from John Henderson’s house in Newport Beach. You sang along with the Black Crowes.
x365 - Jonah C. (1)
Posted 2 November, 2008 in x365
AVM: arteriovenous malformation. A tangle of blood vessels in the brain. A tiny, hidden time bomb. Yours went off after dinner one night in Dublin. You made it through: now you build robots.
x365 - Danni M. (0)
Posted 2 November, 2008 in x365
Caryn came into your office one day when you were napping under your desk. “All I could see were her ankles,” you grinned. “She was like, “Oh. Danni must be out to lunch.”
x365 - Krishna K. (0)
Posted 2 November, 2008 in x365
When you heard I was from England, you gasped dramatically. “Do you like Depeche Mode?” you asked. “I’m in love with Dave Gahan.” You pronounced it “Ga-HAHN;” I always thought it was “Gaan.”
x365 - Greg B. (0)
Posted 16 October, 2008 in x365
You take your partying very seriously. You arrive punctually, carrying a cooler full of beer and a myriad of snacks, a determined look on your face, ready for a fierce game of bocce.
x365 - Don B. (0)
Posted 16 October, 2008 in x365
Ha ha, you got fired. Serves you right. Someone finally managed to stop you swinging your dick all over town. “It’s him or me,” he said. It was you, not him. Ha ha.
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