Last night I was talking to Smeagol. She said, Guess what I did. So I guessed. I was right too. Here's a transcription:

You were standing around outside waiting for B-Money to ride by, when the army of the 12 sweetbees came by looking for roll fizzlebeef but instead found you, but you said you were roll fizzlebeef and they were like sweetbees and you were all like sweetbees so then you went to raise some hell at the hogi yogi and they were all like whatever you were all like sweetbees

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So as you can see, Jared Fogle needs to throw some hotdogs at his face. In all honesty, his face is beginning to bother me less and less. I think it's because he doesn't make those annoying Slubway commercials anymore. Actually, it's because they got rid of that riotous duo of the annoying white guy who knows everyone and the annoying black guy who continously tries to steer bus riders to the slubway where he works. In the end though, it's the Fogle machine that wins for best use of a corporate stooge in a commercial.

Speaking of commercials, most are dumb. Yesterday, a very special someone bought me a carton of very special holiday beverage. I drank some and was delighted. I will drink some more, but only after I save the universe from invading alien warships. Speaking of warchips, the more I hear about Spielboring's War of the Worlds, the more I want to not want to see it. Modern times? Kids? Tom Cruise? Sheesh, we've already seen Independance Day. This movie, unfortunatly, is going to be lame lame lame. If you want to see aliens, read the book.