OF ALL THE STUPID @#$%^*&(*%$#@!@#$^%&*((*&^%$#Q@$#$%&*^&())
I HATE when I do that. I accidently deleted everything I was working on.
So I apologize 'cause I'm not writing it again. I'll give you the short version of everything I was gonna say.
1. Fear Factor has little to do with fear, it should be called Stunt Factor...and it sucks
2. Comedies are too sappy, but only some of them suck
3. My buddies at Cinescape don't suck, and here's a nice shout-out for them: Osirus, Jakester, Rosetta, Meathead, Skiv, Wallflower, Neglet, Fredcomics, Rexxax or Rezzax or something like that, umm......Daforce, Slamshut, LeiterCIA, and I know I'm missing a ton but in no way am I trying to diss you, I just have a really crappy memory
4. Had a nice little chat the other night got to talk to some great people, so shout out to them (Luigi, BeauBetabi aka Cool Guy, Mr. Black, and I think that's everyone who was from CA)
5. People I miss from CA: A...
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Okay, so not really. Not to mention, I did warn you all that I was now in Bad Internet Territory and I wouldn't be posting as much...at least, I think I warned you. Maybe that was someone else...
Anyway, I posting now. So get over it.
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