Who knew all it took to become the entire female world’s worst nightmare was an undershirt, one of those iron-on thingies you put in your printer, and a little dose of Radical Honesty?Comments/Enlarge |
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I don’t care if it’s a reconnaissance mission on that old guy’s dog pen across the crik or just foraging the couch cushions for spent Oreos, whatever this afternoon’s adventure is, I’m in.Comments/Enlarge |
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I have been clinically dead five times, not even counting sudden CPR rescues by ambulance or passersby. I once had no vital signs for 20 minutes unofficially and 15 officially. I should have the intelligence of a plant at most...
