
You don't have to say it: Paul knew you'd been missing him. That's why he put himself up for sale at this exclusive
speed-dating site. Now you too can, for a small fee, have what special bloggers get free: a date with the Iron Chef of date rape. Don't think eight minutes is long enough to get properly molested?
Think again. [
PocketChange]
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I went on a "date" with self-professed "Casanova"
Paul Janka last night. Or well, I went to his apartment. He sniffed my feet. He showed me his bunk bed. It was more like a "play date" actually, only with a dog in heat. It was kind of fun! But not as fun as telling people about it after I narrowly escaped.
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