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Show me your favorite whorebots! (On ANY social network.)
Flashback!
People who were terrible to me in Junior High are now friending me on MySpace/Facebook. I let go of that stuff ages ago, as that crap ca only define you for so long. But I always kept all my middle school angst front-n-center as those stories ended up being fodder for scripts. It's just odd to get the emails (which are filled with OMG YOU LOOK GREAT YOU LIVE IN HOLLYWOOD OMG OMG I SAW YOUR NAME!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111.) I have been tempted more than once to write back "that's great, do you remember when you terrorized me in the girls' locker room in 7th grade?" but eh, life itself is its own revenge, n'est-ce pas?
Interview by a Zombie Hunter!
I was interviewed by one of the members of the Zombie Squad. They are tres groovy. And way better prepared than I am, so when the zombies comes, FOLLOW THEM.
I got reverse Soup Nazi'd.
I thought the whole point of "ordering" was that you get to choose. It's kinda right there in the world. "Order."
Kevin Arnold + Charles in Charge = Love.
Fred Savage endorses my ass; Scott Baio's a boob man. It's every Junior High dream come true!
Even Diablo Cody's Stalker thought I was her. Clearly he fails at stalking.
