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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
Small town= stuck up people
What happened: I live in a small town in Indiana...Hint hint about the small town thing... I am writing a book for further reference... anyways... I was walking with my friend today and he was talking about trying out for american Idol... He said...
"Everyone in this town is so annoying they aen't going anywhere, I for one am going to make it as a singer..."
"I am going to leave this town to, I am going to be a writer/ director"
Sure, whatever... he said
What I said: Think what you want... when Im big you can kiss my ass...
What I SHOULD have said: You haven't even read the manuscript dipshit, and your doubting me...I really doubt american idol needs another gay guy running the show... ((He isn't really gay, he just is really metro and all))
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