Who Writes Short Shorts


*Real writers write with crooked handwriting on envelopes with sharpies or eyeliner. (not on mini moleskine notebooks in the subway)


*If I were a diehard number one fan of someone I would be worried. I would also wear a #1 foam finger when around them.



*Make your own happiness, and horoscope.


*Blowing out in a pool sounds like pop-up videos. 

Pop-Up Video Theme Song


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