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Frog Man
Because I don’t like telemarketers, I set the default language on my answering machine to French. I spent last weekend looking for a car, and have been getting a number of calls from various dealers. One of the dealers called me back today and left a very nice message detailing a multitude of things. Unfortunately, I could not possibly understand any of it, because he left it in French. The only French I’ve ever learned was the numbers 1-5, merci, and part of that song from the 70’s where the lady wants to do it with me.
Fly Girl (a fly fly)
Speaking of ladies that want to do it with me, GTA: San Andreas came out today and my fly-ass GF bought it for me even though it involves a ton of violence. Oh, and she also bought me Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back even though it uses a ton of foul language and Dogma even though it makes fun of religion. I guess she understands that they’re just games and movies and not tears in the fabric of society. That’s my kind of GF. Oh yea.