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23 November 09
molls: kindafabulous: GPOY: CALL MY AGENT! I didn’t say anything at first, but when Ed got out of the elevator to meet Natasha, Alison and I at The London the other night wearing a shirt that said “CALL MY AGENT” on it I was stunned. Stunned. I could not fucking believe he was wearing a shirt that said that because that is like, seven hundred levels of irony that I can’t process without an entire semester abroad to think about it. I immediately appreciated it, but only to myself and one we were situated in the elevator, I was all “Ed, I cannot believe you are wearing that shirt.” And he busts out “WHO ELSE COULD PULL OFF THIS SHIRT? WHO ELSE COULD PULL OFF THIS SHIRT? I DON’T EVEN HAVE AN AGENT!” It, like Edward, was completely priceless and amazing. He came 100% correct. Another entry in the Annals of Awesomeness.

molls:

kindafabulous:

GPOY: CALL MY AGENT!

I didn’t say anything at first, but when Ed got out of the elevator to meet Natasha, Alison and I at The London the other night wearing a shirt that said “CALL MY AGENT” on it I was stunned. Stunned. I could not fucking believe he was wearing a shirt that said that because that is like, seven hundred levels of irony that I can’t process without an entire semester abroad to think about it. I immediately appreciated it, but only to myself and one we were situated in the elevator, I was all “Ed, I cannot believe you are wearing that shirt.” And he busts out “WHO ELSE COULD PULL OFF THIS SHIRT? WHO ELSE COULD PULL OFF THIS SHIRT? I DON’T EVEN HAVE AN AGENT!”

It, like Edward, was completely priceless and amazing. He came 100% correct.

Another entry in the Annals of Awesomeness.

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    Another entry in the Annals of Awesomeness.
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    I didn’t say anything at first, but when Ed got out of the elevator to meet Natasha, Alison and I at The London the...
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