| Our Motto: nothing is sacred except sacredidity itself.
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We are dedicated to the
fickle. No, we aren't. Yes, we are. No, we aren't. Shut up. No, you shut
up. Mom, he's looking at me. Ignore him. I can't. Well tell him to stop.
We were talking about who we are. Oh, yeah. |
paul is dead
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Geoff likes to use big words. He lives by this.
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| Okay.
Something about us. Steve is straight, good looking, (Thanks,
Geoff. You're welcome. Did
you mention that I'm straight? Yes, Steve)
is single, likes beer and is evil. (Well, at least ill-tempered.) Geoff,
on the other hand, is robust, likes Margaritas and is the only one who
really knows what he's doing. And he's gay. And he
can't spell. Shut up Steve. |
Think big. Just eat small.
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| I go nuts over rocky
mountain oysters. |
Steve, on the other hand, needs this to find the bathroom. I almost got to the cover. I'm on page none.
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Steve and Geoff at a Christmas party a few years ago. Steve is the one with the beer.
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Champagne - Aurora bubblyallis - it makes you light on your feet. Or northern light headed.
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