Wednesday, March 4, 2009

the moist and terrible runk


It felt so horribly corporate, but the weather dictated the decision. I know that Sorrel and Trent would be miffed but, WTF, we had to break the stalemate. After two months of nothing but cologne and sportswear, we had to be open minded. For roughly thirty thousand, we would forget about the struggle. Perry had to go.

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