Thursday Jul 28, 2005

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Dear New York,
In September, I'm gonna get all up in your shit. I'm gonna drink your beer, puke on your subways, and yell obscenities at your respectables. And if anybody from the old Whitaker Foundation asks, I'm on a business trip. Sewer rat talent scout.
-Sincerely, Drew
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champagneofdudes:
you are made of AIDS. don't puke on me. i'm going to make you hit some weird outer-brooklyn bars with me. i hope you like them.
luckyp:
I'd better high tail it out of town then. In September I mean. All month. 'Cuz I'm scared.

kiss
--l*P

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