Recently I asked about a physician I used to worth with and wasn't prepared for the response: "Oh, I thought you knew- he's working on that study about anal displeasure."
My eldest wants to use my car for his driving test.
The tree I planted as an 18 inch bare root when his mom was 6 months pregnant with him is 8-10 inches across and 25-30 feet tall now.
Although I never cared for it at all in the past, I eat salsa verde now mutliple times a week.
My daughter is taking dance classes.
Today is 11 11 11. I wonder how many groups have decided this is doomsday? I've mentioned this before, but the time 11:11 keeps being significant in my life in lots of well- significant ways.
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No play for Mr. Grey?
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