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  <title>Stefan Dennis's Live Journal</title>
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    <name>Stefan Dennis</name>
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  <updated>2003-07-14T17:57:24Z</updated>
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    <title>It's a hard life being me.</title>
    <published>2003-07-14T17:57:24Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Don't It Make You Feel Good, by ME!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was sat in Starbuck's today, sipping on a cappucino, whilst reading my lines for a top secret acting project I have in the "pipeline", when this lady sits opposite me. Obviously she has recognised me for the all round acting and siging God that I am. And obviously she fancies me like MAD. But I want to read my lines, so that I know them for the read through on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't give up, though, so in the end I took her back to her place and gave her a damn good shagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Stefan, you are such a great fuck," she exclaimed after her fourth orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," I replied.</content>
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    <title>Today.</title>
    <published>2003-07-13T19:17:38Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Don't It Make You Feel Good, by ME!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I have sat in and done nothing.</content>
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    <title>Shopping.</title>
    <published>2003-06-16T18:22:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So there I was, in the fresh fruit and veg aisle at Tesco's, and an attractive young lady came up to me. "'Ere, you're that bloke off the telly, ain'tya?" she asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, yes, I am," I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And within minutes after switching on the old Dennis magic, she was putty in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her for a romantic meal for two at McDonalds, and we went back to her place and I shagged her ragged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Stefan, you're so great at shagging," she exlaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," I replied.</content>
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    <title>Last Night.</title>
    <published>2003-06-11T22:49:01Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Don't It Make You Feel Good, by ME!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was in a pub, and this attractive blonde lady with succulent breats approached me and started to talk to me. She had, of course, recognised me from my varied acting and singing career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours, a few drinks, and a little of the Dennis charm later, we were shagging like rabbits back at her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, Stefan, you are so great in bed," she exclaimed after her eighth orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," I replied.</content>
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    <title>Hello.</title>
    <published>2003-06-10T22:23:03Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Don't It Make You Feel Good, by ME!!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am Stefan Dennis, singer and actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journal will enable my legion of fans to keep up with what is going on in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, oh boy, what a crazy hectic life I lead! Only this morning I awoke to find yet another attractive blonde in the bed next to me. Such animal magnetism! "Oh, Stefan, you're such a stud," she said. "I know," I replied.</content>
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