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[May. 6th, 2009|06:26 pm] |
Okay, I don't know how someone managed to pull this off, but I'm not in Miami and I can't get in touch with Sam and Michael. Of course...that also means Michael can't tell me not to shoot anyone, so I guess that is a plus. Now, would someone like to explain what the hell is going on? I get a little testy when I don't get answers. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2009|02:10 am] |
Okay. You got me. I don't know whoever the hell you are, or what the hell is going on. What I do know is the following: I'm not currently in Miami, none of my contact numbers are functional, I have someone else's wallet in my pocket - great touch, by the way - and the best answer anyone is giving me so far involves pointing me here and at some website coded by someone who overdosed their kid on Tootsie rolls and gave them a keyboard.
Carla. If you or your boss has anything to do with this, you can rest assured that I'm about to do everything in my power to make your lives even more of a living hell than you thought it could ever be. |
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