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Tuesday, January 23, 2007 at 11:39 a.m.


last night I had a dream that my ex gf started dating this red hair freckly guy named tyler who was just terrible. For some reason we ended up having a water skiing competition and i called him a slut when he grabbed her boob! fuuuck.

I have never even water skied in my life, but I bet id still beat tyler's ass.

Funny side story about a tyler. When I was 4, my best friend on my street was named tyler. He lived like 8 doors away, and I remember him being pretty bad ass.
This one summer for some reason we decided it would be cool to break into a car and hide in it. Don't ask me why, but we hid in this blue car ALL DAY. Probably like 6 hours.
Both our moms called the police, who started scouting the area for us.
I guess the guy eventually found us in his car when he was off to go somewhere.
Long story short, that was the last time I was allowed to play with tyler!

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