While Clam and David feverishly try to get Kaufman tickets, wear French-cut bathing suits, chew and spit out French hors d'oeuvres, and collect memorabilia in the name of environmentalism, I have finally gotten my hands on a diploma.
Besides giving me an opportunity to do an old-school cut/paste photoshop job, this diploma ensures that I am qualified to at least work as a manager of fast food restaurants without the generally required 2 years of floor experience. Thanks to the exported members of shortlist for the texts and Joe for the no-doubt stunning graduation photography. Mother Patricia will appreciate them.
PS. Scarlett, you're new album isn't that mediocre; the production values are quite high.
- EAS
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