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yes, sir/ma'am. that right there is a pair of gateway globe platinum cinema tickets to the spectaculicious spider-man 3 movie showing on may 1. that's labor day to many, but to me, that's venom day. about time for that villain to do some arachno-ass kicking. again, ive passed on the chance to watch it in sm mall of asia's imax theater. too many people in there. and i aint gonna allow some noisy little brats ruin the experience. call it crazy, say it's too much, i don't give a noodle. it's spider-man. my favorite comic book character ever. it has to be perfect. there's just absolutely no other way to watch it. lazy boy seats. unlimited popcorn and drinks. superb technology. great atmosphere. and a companion who understands all of this. once more, it's spider-man 3, true believers. i demand nothing less.

i've typed quite a paragraph about the following topic but it sounded more perverse than i intended so i scrapped it and decided to just say my side of things in one sentence: girls, the butt cleavage ain't sexy.

sorry but that's it for today. i gotta go. see you around. (and i meant it)

p.s. for anyone who ever wondered what the previous post's title oobu joobu meant, it's the name of a radio show that paul mccartney created years ago. i picked it up during online research at work and it just kept repeating in my head afterwards. oobu joobu. oobu joobu. oobu joobu. i have no idea what it means.
p.p.s. hello, patty-cake! it was nice seeing you and talking to you.