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Janice Rand, I have your shoes. They will be returned safely and unharmed if you meet the following conditions:


1) Txt me a picture. In that one bikinioutfit.

2) Join me on a date.

3) Admit that I was right and you were wrong about dreams.

Guess whose shareholders finally okayed his new branch in So Cal? Means I'll be spending a LOT more time out here, which, with the girlfriend being off again, gives me the chance to make new friends.

So, where exactly do you people go have fun that isn't tacky, overrun with tourists, or a pretentious pain in the ass? I go to those venues enough for work. Speaking of which, I probably should know where I should drag the clients to impress them, but that's boring if I don't have somebody to come along.

Any of you pretty people want to be my smoking hot plus one? Hell, you can even be on television, TMZ's been alerted I'm flying in as we speak, and I'm busy practicing my best smile and ready to make the paparazzi swoon. Let's do some dinner and fuck Or, if you're really nice to me, just come back to my plane instead.

So if you're hot and legal age, and obviously, into guys, consider this your invitation. The Ollie Queen Dream Machine is on its way to town.

So, I need at do a bit if cross reference.

Has anyone else had a dream about being a Roman Centurion demanding alien robots return his wife?

Or is that just me?

It just seems a day to burn bridges and make bad decisions, doesn't it? Perhaps it's just me.

NANCY. We're going out tonight. I'm bored. And not the normal bored, this is the kind of bored that gets people in trouble.

And by people, I mean me.