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Yeah, so like one day I was like – oh my god – my life is so cool I don’t have time to blog at all. It’s like party here, foreign travel, international diplomatic incidents there. And I’m like, really, should I be blogging about this – I mean, like, the court case is still pending and all, so yeah I tell Portia like yeah get me out jail yeah, it’s my only call and she presses the cancel call button by accident and I’m like – yeah that’s what you get when you buy a super COOL iPhone baby and don’t know how it works, so I’m like cursing and then the prison dude brings me back to the cell where I meet Pablo. Later, dudes.
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