But the blog had a couple entries that had not made it.
5:15 a.m.
Woke up, peed out my window on a homeless man...ha ha...urine hurts at 40 stories.
5:45 a.m.
Brush my hypnotic TEETH!
6:00 a.m.
Order room service, call Sun Times, edit my Saturday column to out three agents who have infiltrated Al Qaeda in Pakistan, but who once voted for Mondale and opposed capital gains tax cuts. That'll show 'em.
6:20 a.m.
Eat my breakfast of broken glass and Dom Perignon.
6:30 a.m.
Jump in shower.
6:32 a.m.
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, my hip!!!!! I think it's broken!!
Generally, I don't wish things like this on people, but the exception proves the rule you know. Damn it is really too fucking bad isn't it?
At least he isn't going to hell yet.
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