MYSPACE

June 19, 2006 at 1:07 pm (internet, myspace, myspace.com, nascar, paris hilton, real estate, realtor, sister, Uncategorized)

After a weekend of getting burned at the beach I passed out in the car on the ride home. Wearing SPF 4 and passing out on the beach the first time out is not smart. I was woken by my phone ringing crazy. An unidentified caller. Usually a telemarkter or even worse someone you know that blocked their number that you really did not want to talk to. "What the hell? I hate you? I am not your sister anymore." Dalia Ganz was one very unhappy 23 year old. The words come on the heels as one of my employees thought it was a good idea to add every one of my sister's friends to my profile from myspace.com  His goal was to build up my network on myspace.com. Intentions were good, but perhaps we should have talked to my sister.

Hungry. Very Hungry. This usually describes the appetitie an animal in the dead of winter who has not eaten in a month. This animal is my favorite employee who decided to move to North Carolina because Nascar and wife beaters had a nice ring to it.  His only project is to make me friends on myspace.com  After three hours and countless tries we have over 150 friends including Paris Hilton, a basketball player, and countless rappers.

-Phil

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