Oct 30, 2008 00:19
Okay so you know how you're walking out the front door to get the dry cleaning out of the car, and you fall down the steps, and skin your knee, and a loved one, like my fabulous girlfriend, comes out to see if you're okay and you yell out, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT?"
My last post was kind of like that.
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