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4 tips left at the bar:
Completely unrelated to this blog, but rather the comment you left on mine, It's entirely possible that given my childs aversion to toothpaste I DO in fact sport a carnie gene somewhere in my DNA.
As for the cleavage, well, the Twins are friendly. And they get me free stuff. What can I say? I'm classy like that.
Oh, great, a little warning please so I don't spit cold Starbucks Caffe Verona on the postcards I'm mailing from my office. Please.
Hahahaha. Awesome.
I was away from the internet all day, but even my cheap-ass phone allows me to check my email. I kept receiving the comments to "Burying My Goldfish" and it has been bugging me ALL DAY to find out what this nonsense is all about.
Thank heavens no one lost a real goldfish. This may have been the only time I laughed today.
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