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I like that picture. A hundred bucks or ten minutes in the naughty closet for whoever can guess where it's from. And where it's going.

You know, you try to avoid someone, and it just doesn't work.

Friend Aimee and I came to a conclusion last night. Some people aren't meant to be married. Ever. Her boyfriends are always one night stands or end up dying, mine end up turning into pussies that I walk all over.

I finally took a shower. My cat was even starting to avoid me.

Anyone want to wallow with me?