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Shout-outs Aplenty

First, to my honey Jane: you're the only woman for me. And that's saying a lot coming from a guy who isn't otherwise attracted to women.*

Second, to Mr. Kim: I totally called it. I told you my parents were going to ask me about the unmentionable issue, and the next morning as I was telling my dad what we were up to, he asked. I almost fell over laughing. Because I'm so prescient.

Third, Dad: Happy Father's Day. No, I didn't mind sitting on the couch watching the U.S. Open with you. I needed the rest.

Fourth, to my homies in The Improv Group That Dare Not Speak Its Name**: Tonight is gonna be gutbusting. We are gonna rock the community center. It's all the way live now.

Fifth, Alice: I know there's no way you'd know of the existence of this page, but I just want to say I've been to Costco and it's all good.

Six, to Rent-A-Wreck: Your cars stink, and projecting an brand identity of bargain rates would infer that it's actually cheaper to rent from you than from big-snazzy companies. Why isn't it?

Seventh, to Hao: Sorry the Mr/Ms Gay Safe Latino contest ended up being mostly in Spanish (and kind of boring), but at least we found out that the Exploratorium is free the first Wednesday of each month, which is knowledge I plan to use wisely.

Eighth, Cat: Chill.

*I mean, I would be, if I could. I think bisexuality would be cool. Not necessarily easy, but cool.
**Somehow, after running through dozens of options, exhaustion took over and we agreed on "Scratched by an Angel." If we ever perform again after tonight, the name must change.
peachy as always, Mike at 5:55 PM