I hate Dane Cook. It is not any secrecy, really. But like several of my enemies of culture of noise, I once enraciné so that it does it thus good I could look at it differently and… Ya know… To learn something. I observed his special HBO, which looked with me like a monkey red-assed of hurlor with a cut metrosexual pushing piercing cries the top of its lungs, saying the long ones and unfunny stories which did not have a point and really did not go anywhere. I employee of saw of the month… And soaked my eyes in the agent with bleaching immediately afterwards. But it was right a bad film. I heard good things about Mr. Brooks, thus of me entered the good chuck of chance with an open mind, waiting to be convinced of the comic phenomenon of MySpace.
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