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CommentsRe: Black Tie, Milk Chocolate
"salient auction." Ha ha.
with Marisa: purple. But only if you attach some fancy golden fringe/tassels. That shit's royale! (Also, I think pink would be an appropriately ridiculous choice.)
that Gruet didn't even serve prime grade beef; just choice. I don't even like steak and I know that's ridiculous.
about our family's love of pork/sacrilege: A few years ago, I entered our parents' kitchen at about 10pm on Passover and found Mom frying up a whole package of bacon. Me: "What are you doing, Mom?" Mom: "Oh, well we had this bacon, so I thought I would make it." Me: "Is this in honor of Passover?" Mom: "Is it Passover?? Oh. Well, then, yes." Then the two of us sat at the kitchen table and ate a lot of bacon. At 10 o'clock at night. The End
Back in the early '90s I was always swingin' on the flippity-flop with some dish, wearing my wack slacks and plats...Then again, I was kind of a lamestain, or "cob nobbler," if you will--so I was frequently bloated/bound-and-hagged. Harsh realm, man. Harsh realm.
a werewolf Bar Mitzvah candidate: Boys becoming men, men becoming wolves!
how ridiculous it is that there is no visible cellulite in that original September photo. You know that there's gonna be some ripples in the sitting-compressed butt/thigh area. Puh-leaze. Oh well. Baby steps, I guess. P.S. I want 'em real thick and juicy, so find that juicy double...
that you've already tried Ta Lin? That is all I have to offer.
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