All about me? It's not about me. It's about my love. You know, the one that wears camo on Cinco de Mayo bc there was a war (duh) and makes up stories of snakes that can speak french. I just teach him what I can, and not how to drive. I have another love. Ask him. Me? My friends keep me/are insane and I adore them. I have no issues other than time. Damn the clocks. Oh yeah, and driving. I don't understand the churches that take your W-2. I am in heart with mint milanos. And wine. More? Good Luck . . .
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