I have a feeling that if this was the guy who came to fix the office computers we’d never have that problem with the fucking email ever again.Comments/Enlarge |
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I’d marry him or her, but only if they were playing the Ramones version of “Baby I Love You” while I walked down the aisle with him or her. I wouldn’t even bother asking which it is. That’s genitalist.Comments/Enlarge |
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