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SMILE OF THE DAY

SMILE OF THE DAY

SMILE OF THE DAY

SMILE OF THE DAY

SMILE OF THE DAY

Today’s post goes out to someone special: Although I don’t know your name, you know who you are. You remember, don’t you? I was sitting on the couch. You walked over and asked for some tanning tips. I agreed that “people don’t dance enough these days” and you sat down next to me. You told me that you had just filmed an episode of Weeds for Showtime and asked what I was up to. I said I was working at Wired. Or maybe I said that I owned Wired. Or owned all magazines. Let’s just say I was trying to impress you. I don’t recall much about the rest of our conversation, other than you were very sweet, were wearing a lot of black eyeliner and that your hair kind of smelled like clouds. If you’re reading this I just put my hand to my ear with the pinky and thumb extended and mouthed the words “Call me”! – Kiran

So here we are cleaning the house before Mom and Dad show up. Kiran’s cleaning the kitchen, I’m cleaning the living room, Zebbie’s on bathroom duty and Optimus Prime got a blow-out. Most everyone wore a poncho. We love ponchos. – Shaan

During the height of last night’s festivities, my thoughts were as follows:

a) Holy #$%!, the living room looks like a crackhouse.
b) Holy !*$&, I’ve never seen so many dudes in my life.

You’d think that all the hot mamacitas who hang out at clubs would have been all over this house party and dancing on couches but no-o-o-o-o-o-o, there were maybe seven guys for every girl and given that equation, my chances were AWESOME, right? Um, no. So today’s post goes out to the ladies:  Please feel free to join us tonight for our First Annual Sex and the City Marathon where we will be reliving the romantic escapades of Carrie Bradshaw, braiding each others hair and giving each other makeovers. – Kiran

Today’s post goes out to all my bros: Are you guys ready for a dudenami this weekend? Mom and Dad are leaving for a 3-day trip to Vegas and that can only mean one thing: unlimited juice boxes and farts and gummy bears and bikinis and messy rooms and unwashed hair. And I don’t want to hear anything about personal responsibility or maturity this weekend. Because if I do,  I just might have to get all up in your face with hilariously clueless karate moves or like a tween nerd with glasses or an Asian chick or something. BRO-POWER! – Kiran