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[13 Sep 2005|12:19am] It's been a few months, but I guess it's taken that long to find something worth sharing. Discounting all the insignificant politics and criticism surrounding the hurricane relief debacle, the outpouring of compassion from citizens, our government, and even foreign governments is the kind of stuff Norman Rockwell paintings and Oprah Winfrey specials are made of. It's the stuff that warms the hearts of middle class moms and their couch-potato husbands. They can write a check and feel a sense of absolution, like they just gained a bargaining chip in case anyone accuses them of not caring. And as cynical as I can be, I, too, was briefly taken aback by the seemingly selfless generosity of not just our fellow citizens, but even huge corporations (I think Wal-Mart donated something close to 30 million dollars). But it wasn't long before reality set in. Two things in particular snapped me right out of it. The first was the media frenzy over the "looters" (as if that wasn't to be expected in a poverty-striken city during a period of anarchy) and the way people I came in contact with responded to it. The way it was presented, you'd think every person left in New Orleans was an ungrateful, asshole criminal who had been waiting for years for a hurricane to hit just so they could capitalize on the tragedy. And that's how some people took it. "How can you expect anyone to help them when all they're doing is shooting and robbing?" is a direct quote from someone I had spoken to about the situation. The other event that really unleashed my cynicism was the relocation processes for the victims who had managed to flee the city. At first, I was tickled pink. Sports stadiums putting their money-making aspirations on pause to house thousands of people who had lost everything! Cities all over the country (including our very own Philadelphia) opening their doors to these people, providing food, shelter, and whatever else! Ordinary suburban families offering up their own homes as a means of temporary shelter! It was almost utopian. It was as if America had stopped being America. But then a thought occurred to me. . . Why aren't football stadiums always used to shelter those who have nothing? What about the poor, destitute people in cities across America who have been waiting for YEARS for city housing? Where are those gracious suburban families with open doors for the 8 million or so people who are already homeless? How is this situation any different from what we are faced with every single day? Then I thought about the tsunami in Asia earlier this year. I thought about the G8 Summit and the corresponding Live 8 concerts. I thought about how these events and the issues they presented had invigorated the generosity and compassion of the entire country, only to have it fizzle out shortly thereafter. I thought about how Wal-Mart would've looked if they hadn't donated 30 million dollars. Reality sunk in. Nothing had changed. America was still America. I really hate to cast a negative light on the collective efforts to relieve this situation. God knows I'd much rather have sporadic bursts of human kindness than none at all. But it's the inconsistency of our actions that sickens me. It shows that we are not responding due to our own deep-rooted love of our fellow humans, but due to the fact that the media and society got up and decided "It is everyone's duty to help these people." It's not socially acceptable to say "fuck off" to homeless hurricane victims like we do every day to our average run-of-the-mill homeless people. See, regular homeless people haven't made it to our "love list" just yet. Who knows? Maybe someday we'll get around to giving a shit about them, too. My point is, genuine love for your fellow man is not something you can turn on or off. To respond so passionately to this situation, and then to go about our normal lives when it's all cleaned up is not only morally reprehensible, but utterly hypocritical. And if history has taught us anything, that's probably what will happen. So don't fool yourselves. We're not compassionate, we're obedient. post comment

[05 Jun 2005|08:54am] [ mood | distressed ] [ music | Les Savy Fav ] So I'm finally updating this thing. It seems like the only time I feel inclined to do so is when I'm having issues. "Happy" entries are usually forced entries (no pun intended), where I feel obligated to just write something. So as you may have guessed, I'm having problems (what a shock, I know). And to make things worse, I'm not even sure if I'm being rational or if I'm an idiot. And to make it even worse, it's something that I don't feel comfortable discussing with anyone. In fact, it's downright embarrassing. So skipping all the details, the end result is that I feel horrible about myself. How do you fix a problem that you can't talk to anyone about? Does it just remain a problem forever? I could search the internet for a solution, but without a third party how do I know my findings aren't complete bullshit? It's a fucking catch-22, just like everything else. I think my only choice is to roll with it and hope I figure it out on my own. 8 comments|post comment

weekend recap [02 May 2005|06:21pm] I just realized I don't feel like doing this....check back later. 2 comments|post comment

[29 Apr 2005|10:21am] this is a long overdo update. I kinda updated recently, but that doesn't really count... This weekend is gonna be real busy and has the potential to kick my balls off with awesomeness. Casie's taking me to a Tunes party tonight (yeah she works at Tunes now. HORSESHIT), which could go one of two ways: 1) be completely awesome because everyone's an insane drunk and likes good bands, or 2) completely suck ass because it's a party of boring, snobby record store clerks. I'm hoping for the former, obviously. But I'm prepared for the latter (though I probably relate to both scenarios equally). Either way, I plan on being moderately ridiculous. Tomorrow is the big Hutchfest, and, more importantly, PAUL WESTERBERG. Who knows, I just might crap my pants. I don't know how my body's going to handle the possibility of hearing Replacements songs live. What if I implode? What if my head falls off? This is a volatile situation. Anything could happen. Hopefully we'll have medics stationed nearby. And then Sunday....Sunday should be interesting. I don't know who, but someone Casie is related to is having their first holy communion, and I have to go. Now, ordinarily this is the type of thing that would make me groan. However, I've never been to a communion as an adult, and I've come to realize that shit that seems boring and awful when you're a little kid has the potential to kick ass when you're a grown up. I mean, I always hated family gatherings when I was a kid, but now they're just an excuse to get wasted. So that's how I view this....I won't know anyone there so I'll be pretty much under the radar, there's probably gonna be drinks and awesome food, Kyle's gonna be there and he's a maniac, and I get to wear my black suit which is always a plus when convincing me to go somewhere. And besides, for all the problems we've had, I really do like spending time with the Wex, even if it means going to church. Loser. post comment

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[21 Apr 2005|01:32pm] so i could probably write an entire novel detailing the events that have transpired since getting my new job. It's absurd. That's all I can say. If I haven't already spoken to you about it, remind me, because I don't feel like writing it all in here. I'll just put it lightly and say Commerce Bank is the most ridiculous fucking company that has ever existed, and words could not even come close to describing the reality of it. I'm sick of writing music. No, I'm not sick of it, I've just run out of ideas. I don't know what else to do. I think I already did everything I'm capable of. Whenever I try to branch out and move away from my comfort zone, my songs just fucking suck. I'm a one-trick pony. I'm a hack. I'm not even good at the one thing I'm good at. I'm just having an awful morning. I feel shitty and vulnerable for some reason. I keep having these horrible nightmares every single night. They range from completely plausible situations to completely fucked up self-mutilating gorefests. And it happens every night. I honestly can't remember the last time I had a decent nights sleep. Maybe that's why I feel shitty. who knows... 2 comments|post comment

[18 Apr 2005|07:40pm] my mind just fucking exploded. I think the world is nearing it's end. Guess who just reunited and is now going on tour? DINOSAUR FUCKING JR. What the fuck is going on?? How does this keep happening?? This can only mean something horrible is on the brink of happening. If awesome shit like this keeps coming, there can only be horrible things that follow, because this is the best thing I've ever heard. I can't deal with this. Now I'm paranoid. My luck cannot be that good. Something's going to happen, like I'm gonna die five minutes before they get on stage. !$%#$%#@$^!&#!%$#^%@!#$^%#$%^!#@%$ this is the best thing ever!!! &!((*&%^!@(&*&!$%@~*!@%*& 2 comments|post comment

[31 Mar 2005|03:09pm] I apologize for that last entry. I was hammered. I was thinking about deleting it, but that would kind of betray the nature of this thing, so I'm not going to. Anyhow, I feel like this subject gets way too much airtime, as well as the fact that I don't really feel comfortable discussing it in this kind of public forum since it involves another person besides me. So out of respect for the other party involved, I'm not going to write about it on here anymore. So yeah, you know, I was super-drunk and super-emotional. It happens. 1 comment|post comment

[31 Mar 2005|12:41am] i felt fine before and now i don't. it's probably because i'm fucking drunk. i dn't know. All i know is that i'm hurting really bad right now. i don't want to feel awful anymore. I don't want to sit around and wonder if things are going to get better or if i am going to find someone else. Because honestly i don't see either of those things hapening. I feel like i'm being silly, like this shoulnd't bother me. but it does. Everytime shit like this goes down, i handle it pretty well. But then the female in question starts bombarding me with phones calls, etc. and I don't know how to deal with it. Is it me? Am i fucked up and repugnant? what the hell am i talking about,? all i know is that it hurts. Not as bad as last tim,e but painful nonetheless. I think it all boils down to the fact that i always let myself go. I never hold anything back and i'm so quick to trust. And then it always blows up in my fucking face. And this is totally my fault, i know. There's no reason why i should be bitching because i knew what i was getting myself into. I fon't expect any kind of sympathy from anyone. Everyone warned me it would happen again, but NO. I had to follow my stupid fucking heart that said "oh it's ok, she's finally figured it out, you're gonna be happy with her and it's all gonna work out and everyone's gonna live happily ever after>" This is totally my fault. I just wish it didn't always have to end so dramatically. Or mayb e it didn't end dramatically, but i just don't know how to cope. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I acting like a fucking girl? Am I really that sensitive? I need to stop this. I have been handling it well. This is just a relapse. A pathetic, piss drunk relapse. Maybe it's a bad idea to drink ungodly amounts of bourbon and then get into a conversation about whats going on in yout personal life. Especially when whats going on is you coming to terms with the fact that you can never see the girl you love ever again. I'm an idiot. Goodnight. 4 comments|post comment

[28 Mar 2005|11:12am] the funny thing is, i'm not happy but i'm not particularly sad. I kind of feel like i don't care, which is incredibly strange. Maybe it's not that i don't care, but the fact that i've been down this road several times before and now i'm far less affected by it. It almost feels comfortable. Or maybe it's because this time I finally have closure; that I know I won't ever speak to her again. I feel stronger than before. I feel as though it would be much harder for anyone to affect me, let alone her. I have goals again. I'm no longer just trying to distract myself. Although, it is incredibly sad that it had to go down this way. I wish I didn't have to never see her again, because even after all the bullshit, she really was my best friend in the world, and I still believe she is an amazing person. But how many times can you get fucked over before you finally say goodbye forever? I did my best, but circumstances are circumstances. Sometimes your best isn't enough, and what else can you say? That's life. C'est la vie. Count it as a loss and move on. of course I say this now...give me a couple weeks and it'll be "waaa waaa waaa! I'm lonely!" all over again. So I got a job FINALLY. Commerce Bank in deptford. Even though I'm just a teller, it seems like a really good job. It's fulltime, there's benefits, I'm up for promotion after only 6 months, etc. I could end up making some good money here. Which means I may be able to, um, SAVE. For what, I don't know. But save nonetheless. I've scrapped the concept album. It was an undertaking that I am not quite ready for. My lyrics suck, and I can't sing. End of story. I'm keeping all of the music, and I'm going to have Brad write lyrics and sing on it. So yes, I'm trying to turn this into a band. I wish Mark was in it. And Ian. And Ammar. Maybe someday that could happen. I don't know. For now, I'm doing all the music and Brad's doing everything vocal-oriented. And I'm serious about this. This isn't something I'm going to slack off with. I'm gonna promote the hell out of this shit, because I think it's the best stuff I've ever done. And I think with Brad singing on it, that could be the thing to push it over the edge. 3 comments|post comment

[25 Mar 2005|10:10am] i need a hug 2 comments|post comment

[19 Mar 2005|02:15pm] Not that I even care about this issue a little bit, but something caught my eye today. You know this woman Terri Schiavo that's in the news now? If you don't (as in, if you haven't turned on your computer in the past few days), she's this woman who had a heart attack several years ago that turned her into a vegetable. Anyhow, her husband has been fighting to have her feeding tube removed (apparently, taking care of a vegetable really sucks), saying she's basically dead with the exception of eating and shitting. He finally won and they removed the thing yesterday, so she has maybe a week or two to live. Whatever. What aroused my attention was hearing about these Republicans in congress falling over themselves and psychotically scrambling to have this decision reversed. As in, taking all these emergency measures like trying to subpoena (!!!) this braindead woman to court so she can have the fucking thing stuck in her for a little while longer. Are these people even remotely aware of how embarrassingly hypocritical they are?! I mean, this is insulting! Like I said, I don't even have an opinion on the issue. I could care less. BUT COME ON!!! Tom DeLay called it something along the lines of "an act of barbarism." Ok......let's take a few steps back here and analyze this rationale. So, according to the Republican sect of congress, it is barbaric to remove the feeding tube from a woman who is not even aware she is alive, who was officially declared braindead, who by all accounts IS dead with the exception of the fact that she breathes, shits, and eats--and they will fight tooth and nail to keep her alive. But bring up an issue such as, oh I don't know, THE DEATH PENALTY, and watch those fuckers trip over their own feet to go flip the switch themselves. So let me get this straight...it's not ok to kill people, but it is ok to kill people. Am I close? I mean, for a political party that is so hellbent on keeping the archaic death penalty alive (yes archaic, we are one of only a couple westernized countries in the world that still practice this), what argument could they possible come up with to defend their stance on euthanasia?? Look, if you are pro-capital punishment, you can't act like you give a fuck about the "preciousness of human life." It is incompatible. You cannot take a stand saying "who are we to say when she should die? That's up to God!" and then support the death penalty. IT DOES NOT WORK. YOU CAN NOT SUPPORT TWO WAYS OF THINKING THAT COMPLETELY CONTRADICT EACH OTHER. It is logically impossible. And these are the people who are in power. Wow. Good job America. Glad to see we voted for the best and brightest. Now where's the goddamn spaceship....GET ME OUT OF HERE!! 6 comments|post comment

Paparazzi [17 Mar 2005|01:32pm] I fucking love paparazzi, I've decided. They are the best, funniest people ever. Their job--that's JOB mind you--is to follow around celebrities and make their lives miserable! I can't get over it. And then like, Lindsay Lohan writes songs about them and they make movies where paparazzi are portrayed as Kevin Spacey-esque villians. They are the most hated people related to the entertainment industry, and it's because they make all these stuffy rich people look like fat jackasses all the time! Look at Kirstie Alley. She hasn't done shit in like 10 years. She's obviously just trying to live her life under the radar. But every week you go to the supermarket and you see on the front page of every tabloid: "Kirstie Alley Balloons to 500 lbs!!!" with a picture of her looking fat and horrible and doing yardwork or something. I'm sorry, but I think that is about the funniest fucking thing in the entire world. IT IS SO FUCKING FUNNY!!!! I can't get over it! I'm gagging as we speak. I want to start doing this. I think that's my new dream. To be a paparazzi. I'd just pick some random ex-celebrity who has gotten fat and awful, and hang out by their house and take pictures of them! And get paid to do it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I can't imagine it ever getting old, and I can't imagine I'd ever stop thinking it's completely hilarious. post comment

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[13 Mar 2005|03:54pm] [ mood | indescribable ] [ music | N.W.A. - Straight Outta Compton ] so yesterday was the annual philly bar crawl. It was pretty fucking fun, but nearly as good as last year, which I'm sure is due to the fact that I was fucking broke and didn't even stay the whole night. It was a good time anyway, and I'd like to send out a big thanks to everyone who bought me drinks and food and whatnot. Great crew, great crew. Trophies for all. Casie is currently in California with some friends and acquaintances, thus relinquishing her title of "least traveled" and placing that crown back on my head. See, neither of us had been further west than Hershey Park until I made a couple trips to Ohio and joined the ranks of "Awesome People Who Have Been Past Hershey Park," leaving her to her desolate east coast life of isolation and ignorance. But alas, my victory march has been cut short by her visit to the Golden (shower) State. I take these things very seriously. I'm awesome. Anyhow, she's only been gone a few days but I already miss her. How lame is that? I can be pretty lame sometimes. But I'm rarely heinous. My parents keep buying all this hippie food. I don't know what to do with myself. All I wanted was a handful of pretzels, and what do I find? Fucking organic oat bran pretzels. So I look for something else to snack on. Bar-b-que Soy Crisps? C'mon!! This must be some kind of midlife crisis or something. Next thing you know our house is gonna start smelling like fucking patchouli and my mom's gonna start wearing awful floral dresses and my dad's gonna grow a beard and ponytail and walk around barefoot all the time and then they're gonna start shitting in the woods and buy a Volkswagon bus and paint it so it looks even more retarded than it already did and they're gonna start dumping paint on fur coats and protesting every insignificant facet of American life and arguing about semantics instead of focusing their attention on real issues, growing some balls and actually contributing to improving the quality of life for all the people of the world, goddammit. But I digress.... No, I'm gonna continue on this rant. See, this is what pisses me off to no end about both liberal and conservative ideologies: priorities. On one end, you have hippies overly concerned with shit like animal rights, changing the words to the fucking Pledge of Allegiance, gay marriage, etc. And on the other end, you have these stuffy corporate fucks hellbent on pulling us back into the stone age by pushing prayer back into schools, banning abortion and anything else that conflicts with their self-righteous moral crusade, excessive free enterprise, etc. And you know what? None of that shit matters. None of it. You know why? Because right here, on planet Earth, there are fellow humans who are not EATING. Now, save your fucking "bleeding heart" comments, take a few steps back, and actually think about what I just said: HUMAN BEINGS ARE LIVING LIKE FUCKING ANIMALS ALL OVER THE WORLD. And as members of the same species, it is our sole obligation to put an end to that, no matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice. That is the most important thing in the world, so important that it renders every other issue completely meaningless. Let's figure out this whole "food/air" thing first (to quote Bill Hicks), and then we can worry about your fucking marriage license or the endangered fucking yaks. Now if you'll all take the magic pills I've provided.... But honestly, I'm not above all this. I'm just as self-serving as the rest of us. I get caught up in the whole "well one person can only do so much" excuse. But there really is no excuse. I mean, when that tsunami hit Asia and wiped out half the continent, the entire world should have stopped. Every non-essential aspect of our daily lives should have been put on hold, and the entire world should have come together and focused all of its efforts on cleaning up, rebuilding, helping our fellow people instead of writing a check and saying "good luck." I don't know. That may be a bit extreme. The point is, everyone's priorities are fucked up, and I find it amazing that we are able to sleep at night. 2 comments|post comment

[04 Mar 2005|08:28pm] Ok I thought of something else.....it's the best news I've heard since finding out Reagan was dead. GANG OF FOUR is coming to the TLA. Yes, I said GANG OF FOUR. Can you fucking believe that??? I nearly creamed my pants upon hearing this news. And the best part is, I'M GOING!!!! And so is Dawn, and so is Ian, and there is one more ticket if anyone else is interested. I will be able to die happy now. I keep seeing all my favorite bands that broke up while I was still an infant. First Mission of Burma, then Wire, and now GANG OF FUCKING FOUR. I think these bands reunite just so I can see them. Now I'm anxiously awaiting the Husker Du reunion. I feel like it's inevitable. Bob Mould's solo career is heading for the toilet faster than my bowels after eating a "Conquistador" at Don Pablos. And has anyone heard from Grant Hart in 10 years? And Greg Norton? Didn't he become a chef or something? It has to happen. And when it does, I may just end my life, because it could only go downhill from there. God bless reunions. I know all the hipster fucks and all the douchebag music magazine editors of the world bitch about reunions, but that's because they're fucking idiots. Reunions kick ass. "Oh they're a bunch of sellouts! Way to ruin your legacy! Cashing in on your past glories! The music doesn't have the same effect it had back then!" Fuck you. Fuck all of you. I love reunions. You know why? Because I'm fucking selfish. If I missed out the first time around, I'm not gonna be like "oh I guess I had to be there. Tough luck." No. I want the band to get back together, all old and fucking wrinkled, and I want them to play all my favorite songs so I can feel for myself what it's like to hear these songs performed live by the band who wrote and recorded them and made such a significant impact on my life. Fuck your stupid little music editor rules. If a great band reunites, it's probably because there's a shitload of people who really want to see them, and the band happens to be in a position where they can make that possible. They're not out to change the world, they already did that. They made their mark. Now it's time to let the younger generation see what they missed out on, even if it is an older, watered-down version of what was. Three cheers for reunion tours, fuckers. 2 comments|post comment

[03 Mar 2005|12:32pm] God, I have so much to say... So when did I last update? Like 2 weeks ago? Ok, things are a lot different now than they were then (fuck, that's a lot of "th" sounds). Let's see...I'm done with MAB, and as I sit here I am wearing really nice clothes since I am about to go to Commerce Bank and ask for employment. Apparently, Kerry Meehan of all people is the manager there. Go figure! How can I not get hired? I was always on good terms with him in high school. And I fucking ruled in high school. Casie is my girlfriend again, and I'm really happy about it. I guess that would make her my ex-ex-ex-ex-girlfriend? Anyhow, she's completely awesome. My parents are going away this weekend and they asked me to take care of the dog, which means I'll actually get to live at home for a few days. I'm praying for a well-stocked refrigerator. I'm not having a party, so just forget about it. That would be such a kick in the balls. I mean, even I have a conscience occassionaly. I don't have anything else to say, if I think of anything I'll update.... 4 comments|post comment

10 days later [16 Feb 2005|02:48pm] [ music | slowdive - souvlaki ] so I'm 10 days into being homeless. It feels weird and familiar at the same time. Kinda like when I lived at Delaware. The ups and downs are more extreme than when I lived at home. So yeah, I'm living on Dan and Dan's couch. I have one suitcase, a laundry basket, a guitar, a bass, and some recording equipment. I recorded a new song since I've been there. I was attempting to write a super-poppy rock song, but it ended up sounding morbidly depressing (in light of recent events, I guess). But according to Ammar and Ryan (who may have just been stroking my ego), it's the best song I've written to date. Still no job, as I have yet to finish up my resume. This is kind of disheartening, considering I only have two days left at MAB. Leave it to me to blow off important shit till the last minute, right? I'll get it together, though. I'm not too worried. And now for the shocker of the century: Casie and I are once again broken up. I'm willing to bet this is especially shocking to those who were present at last week's roast. At first I was a complete mess and I begged her to reconsider, but that only lasted for about 2 days. I'm alright with it now. It would have never worked out, and to be honest, I'm a bit relieved that phase of my life is over. I loved her (and I guess I still do, and probably always will to a certain extent), we had some good times and I have some memories that'll stay with me forever, but I didn't trust her and I don't think I ever would have. There's no hard feelings, it's just time to move forward. There will be other girls. On a happier note, I spent valentine's day in Dan's living room pretending I was not at all heartbroken. I ended the night by watching "Suicide Club," which was so awesome and utterly disturbing that I forgot girls even exist. It also reminded me that no matter how bad things get, you can't live forever! YES!! Someday I'll be dead!! God, why does that put a smile on my face? 1 comment|post comment

later [07 Feb 2005|09:36am] This is will probably be my last update for awhile, so savor it kids. To make several really really long stories incredibly short, my life completely sucks right now and I have officially descended to the rank of "loser" (even though I Win). Although, this is not a "whoa is me!" pity plea. This is all completely my fault and I expect no offers of condolence. In fact, if you see me, make sure to give me a swift kick to the groin. Yes kids, it's time to break out the popcorn and watch me flail about erratically while I search for my place in this world. Relationships falling apart, and now I'm homeless as well. I've been entertaining myself all morning thinking about how Chuck Woolery would have announced me on Love Connection...."And here's Martin, he's 24 years old and works as a stock trader. He enjoys candlelit dinners and buying expensive things for the women he dates.....Next up we have Nick. Nick is 23 years old, jobless and homeless. He likes sitting in his dirty car listening to music that no one else cares about and thinking about some girl who dumped him." I'm a catch and a half! No, seriously, I am. I just spoke to Dan Hill and I'll probably be staying with them for a spell. In the meantime, I better make sure I have a decent pair of pants so I can go interview for jobs. I'm not as worried as I should be, I guess. Or maybe I just don't care. Either way, this is the point where I'll probably figure it out. No, not probably. Definitely. I don't have a choice. If I don't figure it out, I'm dead. So wish me luck. This is Captian Rossi signing off. Love ya's. 2 comments|post comment

[31 Jan 2005|11:54pm] I SWEAR TO GOD, deadjournal is fucking with me! Look at the top of my journal page. ADS FOR TOWING EQUIPMENT. Can you believe these assholes?? I'm surprised they didn't put up taxidermist ads after my post about my grandmother dying. Let me see if I can manipulate this..... BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS BUTT PLUGS now I wonder what kind of advertisements are gonna pop up... 2 comments|post comment

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