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You heard that correctly. I said pissed.
That I gave an ABC unprecedented access to my daily personal and business routine over two days and despite my legendary thoroughness, I forgot to add a rider that I receive the Barbara Walters soft-lighting Vaseline-on-the-lens treatment.
That that ex-cheerleader Rachel Ray wasn’t even upset about what I said. [...]
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… While Submerged Headlong in a Funk That Can Only Be Brought About by the Near-Suicidal Combination of a Birthday Ending in a Zero and a Business That Taunts Us Cruelly With Its Refusal to Grant Us a Living or a Day Off. Or Any Sort of Guarantee It Will Be Open At Least Through [...]
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“So, can we have the gay-sex virgin talk? ‘Cause I have a feeling both of us are going to be a yes. Except I don’t want to be anymore.”
“Tell me about posing shirtless with another dude, hanging on to his belt. Nice, isn’t it?”
“You’re not, like, really in love with Blair Waldorf, are you? I [...]
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