It's in my man purse, along with the tampax I carry so that chicks think I'm sensitive.
And more brotherly recriminations..."Grae, you don't want to make me do this,"
"We grew up together, Jack. In all those years, I could never make you do anything."
(Even leave my wife alone.)
Monday, February 05, 2007
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