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tired of seeing britney’s crotch November 29, 2006

Posted by patrick.klepek in britney spears, celebrities, crotches, music, women.
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in the welcome to reality department: women talk too much! hello — i could have told you that ages ago, without having to spend all that money on fancy research tools. just gimme a tape recorder and access to the nearest high school without the threat of being arrested for pedophilia.

“It is something one half of the population has long suspected – and the other half always vocally denied. Women really do talk more than men.

In fact, women talk almost three times as much as men, with the average woman chalking up 20,000 words in a day – 13,000 more than the average man.

And, if that wasn’t enough, the simple act of talking triggers a flood of brain chemicals which give women a rush similar to that felt by heroin addicts when they get a high.”

weird. but, true. kt should have no argument, even if she is (mostly) excempt.

hm. i only show limited embarassment in admitting to subscribing to a number of celebrity-oriented RSS feeds — it provides a much needed mind numbing after a long day of school and writing for 1UP. perez hilton and tmz.com are my primary stalks simply because of the abundance of hot chicks. oh, and i respectfully disagree with the asumption from both that kirsten dunst is ugly, albeit most of the public pictures of her are. hmph.

nonetheless, please, britney spears, there is no way to filter your crotch from my RSS feeds without deleting the news stream outright. put on some underwear. 😦

also, i’m back into downloading discovering new music lately — what’re you listening to?

  • the decemberists — “the crane wife”
  • the thermals — “the body, the blood, the machine”
  • the shins – “wincing the night away”
  • congraturation — leaf shield acquired November 28, 2006

    Posted by patrick.klepek in Uncategorized.
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    well, so. instead of creating a blog with the specific purpose of accomplishing one set of mundane (i mean, exciting) tasks and forging an online scrapbook of sorts in this virtual blogosphere thinger, kt and pk have decided to compile all of their mundane adventures into one central location: as such, this incoherently mega man-inspired parking spot on the internet has been claimed.

    no idea when there’ll actually be something worth looking at, but how come fucking gas stations are selling playstation 3s for $1200 and i end up giving mine away to my cousins at cost?