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	<title>Comments on: Processsss</title>
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	<description>I'm pretty good at wasting your time.  By Tom Sherman.</description>
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		<title>By: Matt</title>
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		<dc:creator>Matt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2003 20:18:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Good to have you back.

I was on Rodeo Drive back in '91, visiting friends who live out in Cali. This was during the day, so it was a tad busier than it sounds like it was when you were there.

My mom swores she saw James Caan, but I don't think it was him.

I *know* that Ms. Suzanne Pleshette strode past us, however, her big-as-the-sun dark shades thrown as she walked past. I'd never seen someone literally stick their nose up at people, but I did that day.

It's like, "Please, Suzanne, nobody wants your stupid autograph."

Hehe. Oh well.

Hey man, where's my beer?!

Later.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good to have you back.</p>
<p>I was on Rodeo Drive back in &#8216;91, visiting friends who live out in Cali. This was during the day, so it was a tad busier than it sounds like it was when you were there.</p>
<p>My mom swores she saw James Caan, but I don&#8217;t think it was him.</p>
<p>I *know* that Ms. Suzanne Pleshette strode past us, however, her big-as-the-sun dark shades thrown as she walked past. I&#8217;d never seen someone literally stick their nose up at people, but I did that day.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s like, &#8220;Please, Suzanne, nobody wants your stupid autograph.&#8221;</p>
<p>Hehe. Oh well.</p>
<p>Hey man, where&#8217;s my beer?!</p>
<p>Later.</p>
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