Important news from the Midwest: I found an Animal Collective ticket, for much less than the ridiculous prices people are asking on ebay and craigslist, hoooray. I seem to always want the unattainable and don't stop until I attain it. It's not a bad system, try it out sometime.
More important news: I whipped out the shorts this week.
Even more: I whipped up some cupcakes and enchiladas this weekend, and everyone who ate them is a) still alive and b) not suffering from any pain or discomfort (as far as I know)
I finally threw a successful party, where 66.666% of invitees showed up (I have low standards for success when it comes to getting people to trek to St Paul)
I suspect foal play.
It's about time. I've been writing Madame Toussaud about this for ages and ages. I think I'll write another letter, maybe angry about how long it took, and maybe a little appreciative about finally getting Snoop the honor he deserves.
Maybe this guy should've told someone else to call the cops.. said he didn't have a cell phone maybe? I mean, he ran from the cops for 18 years, did he just get tired of it and decided to give them a ring and say what's up?
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