I'm typing on the iPhone again since I'm so 2010. My laptop just crapped out. It's almost midnight, the computer is hosed and I'm watching a local newscast. Local news. I want a Mac and I want this botoxed, spray-tanned, Grecian-formulated anchorman expunged from my consciousness.
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The Not Don I know will be all about that Mac request. I bet he's at the Mac store now. Go, Not Don, go!
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