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The Bald Cuban Press
Monday, March 17, 2008
call me
Alright, I don’t really hate the God damn cell phone. I found a new use for it. I turn the volume all the way up, put it on vibrate, stick it in the front of my pants, and tell all of my friends to call me. Hey, a boy’s got to have some fun.
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