Paul Carr, God’s tragic experiment, has posted his latest coma inducing column. After 90 minutes of alternating between nodding off and reading his attempt to justify showing off the fact that an US Weekly staffer emailed him, I found this little nugget: Holy crap! HE’S HERE! All caps – I panicked. I’m terrible at meeting […]...
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