Oh, okay, but really you're Rasputin.
Sure thing.
Women are insane about the weight thing. Just get fat and out-of-shape like us men - we don't care (note, this does not include whats his name).
My mom is back in the spot where she gets on my last nerve with just about everything she says. I can't explain it and I'm not proud o fit, it just happens. You can invite me over when you're mom is there, we'll sit around and talk about you - she'll laugh but then you may cry. There's no winning!
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
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