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Noah’s Response Yeah I can see how that would be our fault. I’m sure your overweight, unnaturally hairy body and the creepy way you would look at girls, as if you were already imagining yourself pumping furiously and uncaringly away at their undersized bodies with your tongue hanging out the side of your mouth in a concerted effort to get off as soon as possible so you could rejoin the party had nothing to do with your girl troubles. Our bad Admin. So anyway, this website looks like it is coming along flawlessly as a venue to take our bitching about each and expose it to the global community. I’m sure thats just what the internet needs. We’re really filling a niche here fellas. There is no way this will end well for any of us. To that end though, Mike’s gay, so is Max, Saul, Mark, Alex and especially Gabe, Tim’s a queer (there’s a difference), and Papoose has gone so long without getting any ass he may actually be evolving a vagina to compensate. If that is the case it’s not out of the realm of possibility that Max will have sex with him. P.S. It’s too bad you couldn’t make it to Sundance Mairk, I’m sure Hollywood was very disappointed. -Random Noah stat of the day- People who have had my balls in their eyesockets: 2 (Mike and Max) and counting

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I’m so glad I haven’t seen you since Thanksgiving. I hate hanging out with you. All I do is get drunk, do retarded things, and then feel terrible about it the next day.

I wish we hadn’t grown up together and that I could make real friends like normal kids from places like New Jersey or Massachusetts. Oh, and speaking of normal kids, thanks for teaching me how to never hook up with a girl when we were growing up. The only thing I learned from you was how to stay up late enough at parties that some blacked out 16 year-old would convince herself it was an ok idea to hook up with me awkwardly.

Actually, that didn’t even really happen very often. Usually the girl thought it was a terrible idea the entire time.

Anyways, I’m dreading the next time I see you, when we all huddle around a bunch of thirty packs in a field somewhere telling stories about when we were 17, smoking weed and pretending we’re going to be rich and famous.

I hope you had a terrible weekend.

Talk to you soon, I can’t wait.