So I was at the NBA Madness and gearing up to interview the Nets Dancers. Already I'm quite nervous, THEN my phone rings.
My mom calls me all excited to tell me that....
there's an Indian funeral downstairs and it's all very exciting because someone fainted.
And when I came home, I found my moose standing at the kitchen window with her ciggies and a can of juice waiting for more action.
02 September, 2007
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