I don’t know who this fella is, but I think he’s broken. No whole person would put together that ensemble, and then go out in public.
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Ouch…
6 AugSomeone should’ve mentioned the broken toilet.
It’s not the actual toilet that’s broken; it’s one of the hinges. But when you find your legs in the air and your bum wedged ‘twixt bowl and seat, that’s kind of a moot point.
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This Is Me:
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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