In the last week or so I've learned a few important things:
1. Carson Daly fell off a cliff.
2. Carson Daly has large socks.
Now I need to learn what the heck a Carson Daly is.
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4 comments:
It's not the size of the socks, it's what you do with them that counts...or something.
Welcome back!
In a perfect world, Carson Daly would only exist in a robot's fevered dreams.
So it's a perfect world?
(I have no idea who Mr. Daly is...so I'm gonna go with "fevered figment.")
In a perfect world IANO would post everyday!
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