On the way back from Taco of the Sea, I looked in the mirror and thought, "My hair is pretty."
Depth of a mud puddle.
Depth of a mud puddle.
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If you haven't figured it out, I'm the kind of girl who will take a joke that wasn't even particularly funny to begin with and beat it into the ground.
We all have our burdens to bear, I suppose; you're pretty, I'm easily amused.