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Scopitone just called me from Prom to berate me (and vicariously Maximillian) for not being there. Regardless of the fact that I had to spent this weekend packing stuff up for my imminent move and thus couldn't make it anyway, I would pity those suffering from the havoc inherently unleashed when the Cowboy and I rocked the dance floor with our combined skills of awesome.

So instead I'll stay home and nurse my aching back.

But I got that fucking couch down two flights of stairs. YEAAAH.