i got this massager and a calling card for filling out some credit card junk. the representative dude had bad BO. i hate filling out those shits, but they give you such cool stuff. i think i'm gonna take the batteries out of the mp3 player and the remote control and use them for the massager. the box said "as seen on tv" but i've never seen this thing on tv. well i just put the batteries in and the thing is going crazy. it works without even pushing the button. it's jumping around like a crazy asshole now. i'm having fun looking at it, but it's gonna get annoying soon. it doesn't even massage. it feel like an electric shock. hold on, lemme put it down my pants. results: FANTASTICK! i think this is what it was made for. there's no way this could feel good on your back or anything. oh jeez. i haven't felt this good since i had those tabasco cheez-its on the way home from panama city. today i saw this concert of assorted baroque music. it wasn't too bad i guess. i kinda want to play the violin again. i think i'm going to bring this massager thing to class and whanot. yes! my roomie's doing his laundry. for crying out loud, it's about time. i should do my work and stuff. whenever i think about dropping psych, it's the best idea i've had in a while. i hated psych in high school, i dunno what the hell i was thinking. i gota ricotta cheese stuck between my gums and my cheeks. it's like an after dinner treat of sorts.
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