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1 views"Sure, Velvet Panties is your band. I just write all the material and play all the instruments. Sure, I'll just stand in the background while you look all troubled and thoughtful. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you."
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1 viewsNote to self: Don't laugh at bald guys wearing sunglasses who carry broadswords
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1 viewsJimmy never forgot to take his glasses to a photoshoot again.
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1 viewsOK, so not all parents should encourage their children to follow their dreams.
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0 viewsLike Jell-O, there's always room to make fun of Elton John.
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1 viewsIt was the weirdest interview I'd ever done.
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0 viewsSteve could feel Jen glaring at him. He gave her the goddamn umbrella, he was walking first so she wouldn't slip on hidden ice or be the first to get struck by a swerving car, Christ, what did she WANT from him?!?
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1 viewsThe song "Closer Now" may not be revolutionary, but a hot chick in a very short gold dress writhing about in front of her cam is pretty damn cool.
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1 viewsFrom then on, Sally closed the curtains before changing.
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1 viewsBand photo or Avoid Goofy Facial Hair ad? You decide.
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1 viewsDevon was used to the stares. Hour after hour, she wrote in her little journal, confessing secret thoughts no one else really gave a shit about. Occasionally, she took a tug off the bottle of ketchup and sighed.
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2 viewsCompletely ignoring the label, Our Lady Peace pounded the bottle of NyQuil AND operated heavy machinery.
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