I’m not sure where you came from, or how I got so lucky, but I’m so happy we found each other. You’re better than anyone I could have ever imagined. Thank you for the summer’s worth of handwritten letters, for dancing with me in the kitchen at open mic, for the handmade gifts and scavenger hunt, and for making me smile every day. I’m so happy you exist and I love you like crazy. P.S. this time it’s me. —Living room hula hooper
This article appears in Dec 9-15, 2010.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pr3NEF0kIAg
living room hoola hooper eh?
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http://safa.tv/uploads/201003/08/imgs/1268…
Each time I wonder how salty the beard is, or how cory the beard is, or how sassy the beard is, or how holy the beard is.
I have a lot of beardeds with specific personalties. And each time the -signature could very well be a lady I know.
Keep it up beard lovers.
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mornin brendon
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Mornin’ PG.