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Shit. At Greg's house now. Nathaniel is passed out still, he'll probably sleep for another day or two. Greg's at work. I'm bored. All that's left in his fridge is a TV Dinner, a bottle of mustard and a shelf full of caffeine drinks. I've seen everything in his porn collection already (actually starred in two of them), and beaten the video games worth playing.

This hiding out shit is boring.

Someone feed me. Entertain me.


Wonder if he would mind if I called for some pizza and strippers...