Monday, January 17, 2005

I Ain't Happy, I'm Feeling Glad

There's nothing like a cute happa chick who you find out later is a Playboy Playmate calling you "Mr. Writer" all night long at a party to give you a really fuzzy warm feeling. I suggest you try it sometime, though without the whole her boyfriend is the host of the party sorta thing. We know that Marty has blown his hitting on chicks with boyfriends/fiances quota for his lifetime.

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