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Wednesday, February 10   >>

RAIN TURNS EVERYONE INTO A NEW AGE PUSSY

Totally scored myself some old Inara George records. Who's got two thumbs and is stoked? Me, pointing at myself. With my thumbs.



In other news, The Girlfriend still confuses Rhodes with Nord. Girls are dumb.

Speaking of The Girlfriend:
THE BERT: ...you should totally get into the porn business. Cash cow.

HUGO: Like BangBus. But on, like, school buses.

THE GIRLFRIEND: Like what?

HUGO: Like BangBus.

THE GIRLFRIEND: What's BangBus?

THE BERT: LOL.

HUGO: It's this porn site where a bunch of ugly guys pretend to pick up girls on the street and have them do heinous things in the back of their windowless vans for a couple hundred bucks.

THE GIRLFRIEND: Oh. Wait ...how do you know?