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Inane \In*ane"\, a. [L. inanis.] Without contents; empty; void of sense or intelligence;

240_320_thanksgiving_040326_wbYes. The series finale of Friends is about as timely as a guest who leaves after you've turned off the lights, gone into the next room, and fallen into a coma. On a more introspective note, I feel the ending of Friends signifies the beginning of my old age, or at the very least, the final death rattle of my youth. But because Friends is ending, I am entering my old age with joy and optimism. Because the ending of Friends forbodes a more intelligent future. I look forward to my not-yet-conceived children making fun of my generation for immortalizing such inane crap. I also look forward to liquor store hold-ups and murder mysteries involving at least two of the former cast members, if not four. Probably not beginning until 2024.

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I Hate Friends

They're doing it on purpose now, the little skanks.

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I've been caling all you Olsen twin fans who counted down till their 18th birthday, a bunch of sniveling pervs, (which you are), but it seems the young ladies are really working this creepy sex-pot twin thing on their own. Whatevs ladies, whatevs.


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Bad Luck????

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Is it bad luck to see the chocolate chip cookie bride before her wedding? Is ABFWOT now cursed for life? Chime in in the comments section. Everyone who comments will receive a spouse. One spouse per entry. Except in Utah.

Yo Leroy...

Give us more camera photos, aiight?

Weekend Update

Y'all missed a mad rager at my place this weekend. Where you at? I held the Red Bull for you like I promised. Anyway, apparently there was this other party competing with mine Saturday night down in Tribeca. My correspondent in the field reports that, to "everyone's surprise", Raising Helen blew. So they gave Kate Hudson the slip and headed over to my pad to party thug style.

Two days later, I'm still recovering. Listening to 2Pac. Thug niggas till we die, yo.

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Call Timothy "Speed" Levitch

  • This used to list Speed Levitch's phone number, but it doesn't work anymore. Now all I have for you is an old quote from his answering machine, which is pure poetry.
    "I am lack of coordination being utilized. I am dysfunction gazing into the eyes of function. I am quieted, odd, menaced awkwardness dying at the altar of suave. They call me Levitch. Leave me a message."
  • Who?

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