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F Tiki. I'm so sick and tired of Tiki, and I think that the rest of the world is, too. If his agent were intelligent, and there's no way he can be because he also reps for Sidiot Rosenberg, he'd pull him aside and tell him to shut up. Plus, Tiki is overexposed. Everywhere one looks, there's Tiki. Unless, his agent knows he only has a 12 month life span and he's trying to maximize all of Tiki's earnings in his first 12 months. Just get in your Escalade, put on those ridiculous sunglasses and drive away, Tiki. Nobody cares.

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