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you're on my shit list for not accepting my high five, jesse metcalfe...


Dude. Seriously.

I just saw you at the Farmer's Market at the Grove. You were walking inside the entrance near Johnny Rocket's. I was walking out the opposite way with an enjoyable Frappuccino. I saw you coming from far away (I'm tall) and said to my friend, "It's Metcalfe. Dude got Gabrielle Solis pregnant, man!" So I began the high five motion in celebration as a show of manpower. You know, as in "good job mofo!" And what did you do?

You denied my high five.

What the hell, man? Not only did you not accept, you didn't even acknowledge the high five. I'm not crazy. Although I do it occasionally, I wasn't high fiving myself. This high five was intentional and it was disregarded like it was a pitiful low five. That was beat up, dude. You're on my non-high-five-acknowledgement shit-list. Party of one. Consider this a warning.

-Me

p.s. About your show, I hope the baby isn't yours anymore. I hope it is Carlos's and it comes out with a goatee and your non-high-fiving baby has to end up mowing his yard someday. Step to that.

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Posted by Blogger Assistant Atlas on 4:34 PM

Maybe he was just upset about his career being in the crapper now that he's off Desperate Housewives. Or he could just be a colossal douche bag. But probably both.  



Posted by Blogger Justin on 5:37 PM

"You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna catch me the cowboy that's never been caught. Cowboy desperado."  



Posted by Blogger don't call me MA'AM on 4:32 PM

Methinks Metcalfe doth groometh his eyebrows too much. He must have been thinking about an errant stray brow instead of high-fiving.  



Posted by Anonymous Anonymous on 1:02 PM

hmm...maybe you were just lame  



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