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I talked to him on the phone for hours. I even listened to his therapy sessions on tape. And after one particularly weird conversation about his upcoming sex-change operation, I decided he was a fake. So why did I still get sucked in?
  • The amazing thing to me...

    ...is that people are actually still talking about this empty glass of a story. I guess I am too, but what can I say? I am a man twisted by paradox (i.e., wishy-washy).

    Much tempest over what essentially amounts to discussing someone's poo. "It's brown." "No, it isn't!" "I like brown!" "Brown is teh suXXors." "You intellectual peons fail to grasp the unendurable pathos of umber." Etc.

    When all is said and done, I am left with one desperate and possibly unanswerable question: who do I have to bribe to get that photo off the home page? I mean, seriously. Do I really have to wait until tonight around 8pm Pacific? Gah!