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Yesterday, we had couch surfers. Two were french (yuck frogs- too clean), but one... one was smokin hot sam who blew in from everywhere (mostly boston) on a... wait for it... Harley Davidson just covered in yellow flames. This guy de-stracted me from those other guys in too new clothes, he de-effing-stracted me from the irksome way they prance my language out their noses.... he did this by taking me out to midtown after midnight on the bike and playing ping pong at the hi-tone. Then. at say... 10:30 am he woke up after no sleep (he said he was a very sleepy guy but i think it was a lie) and helped me get astroturf for the green room. On that harley. Up and down park. Oh. Thank you smokin-hot sam for the new digital camera as well. Later today, if i have time, you know, you guys just may find out why i've said smokin-hot five times. photos. Epic. Living the dream. Eye DeCleyre. May the 27th. at 1:30 pm.
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May 3rd, 2011 One week ago today, our neighbor, Zack spun some records at the Daily Planet. It was pouring rain and there was a mysterious cloud of thick, stinky smoke blotting out everything on Park. Turns out it was the Bargain Outlet burning to the effing ground. This is what it looked like a few days later:   
And I never even got to shop there. Zack's gonna play records at the Planet again tonight. Come on out. Shuffleboard tourney. -Amanda
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it's raining its pouring the old man is snoring. watch out for tornados they will whisk you away the french need rescue the seeds to be sown please dont wash away grow grow grow
allyson 11:32 tuesday april 19th
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This is a test a test the first test of the blog. If I was really writing a blog and not just testing, I would have to say that I feel... like I'm pulling individual hairs out of my arm. Love Amanda.
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