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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Alright fine, I'll admit that selling the Fashion Police car is more about moving on to something else that isn't quite so hard to park, and if I can make a couple bucks on the deal then that's good too. Its not like I'll ever turn a profit, unless someone offers me twenty thousand. So at the risk of putting the wrong energy out into the multi-universe I'll just say that I doubt it'll sell anyways, given "these current economic times" yadda yadda. Poor Whoretense.

No, don't pitty me--life is exceptionally good right now, this summer has in fact, kicked some serious party ass. I've done quite well and its only mid August. No idea how long the ride lasts but who does. Heck I could last another 30 years and maybe even turn out some more very fun stuff (or better some sick, twisted shit) but then again--I'm just say'n.

Buy my car--save it from the crusher!
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