So Monday, I grieved. Yesterday, I chilled - until Bobby spilled a cup of Espresso on my lap - in front of witnesses! Today, I'm bored to tears. What do I do?
I sign my ass up on MySpace.
Why? I mean, why did I do that? I go and look at it, and what do I see?
"Glenn has 1 friend." And he's the guy who welcomes the members. (Do you call "us" members? I don't know.)
Wha' up wi' dat? Isn't that pathetic?
What is MySpace for anyway?
Okay, so I did get hit on by some chick named Shameka. Three times.
That was scary.
But what does MySpace do?
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