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Zack "Geist Editor" Parsons here with a porn-filled Chapter Four of the twice monthly serial comedy novel "Untitled Document". I wonder what's going on in this nail-biting episode!?
Keith Bin Laden would be most easily described as equal parts Magnum-era Tom Selleck, early 1980s Italian street pimp, and North Korean dictator Kim Jong Il. He didn't so much ooze bad style as he squirted it out of his pores and into the eyes of anyone that crossed his path. He idolized Fonzie from "Happy Days" and no matter what the temperature was in Riyadh he could be seen wearing a worn leather jacket with thick curtains of unusually oily sweat sweeping across his face and exposed chest hair. Keith was the sort of guy who would actually prompt women to dramatically throw their drinks in his face. That is to say they would if he wasn't a multi-millionaire with a cadre of gorilla-like bodyguards willing to snap necks on a whim.
Oh my! Quite the eyebrow raiser! I think you'd better read it!
And you thought women had one-dimensional script intros that treated them like sex objects. Ewoks have it even worse.
No one seems to like the new Doom box art. But it's still the same old Doom Guy under that space marine helmet. Right?
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