There is little left in this world that excites me. I have already driven a car past a buck twenty five, jumped out of an airplane and slept with a hairy French chick while visiting London. I frequent the local bars out of boredom and often find myself yawning and leaving long before I can drink enough to vomit and be thrown out. The only thing I look forward to is for my nephew to stop eating the cats poop and to one day turn on Etv and see a clip of Angelina and Aniston wrapped in a tasmanian devil dust cloud, settling their feud breasto de breasto.
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