"I DATED FASHION"
I don't get it.
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I like cardamom, apostrophes, my Wüsthof, blank verse, and the Brooklyn Bridge, though not always in that order. Come on in. I'll cook something.
Head Cook and Bottle Washer
Friends, Associates, People I Admire From Afar.
nerd out like i do
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2006
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May
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- Roger, you're killing me over here.
- Slogan spied on a girl's t-shirt on the N train th...
- Tearful reunion.
- Another one bites the dust.
- Let us have a foot race to the swing sets!
- It definitely doesn't speak in Joe Pesci's voice.
- Sock-a Bonita.
- Why, I haven't seen you since the diworce.
- I think I'm in Taradise.
- Força Barça!
- Now for a P.S.A.
- Dodging the bullet of verbing a noun.
- How to catch lightning and smoke.
- Into the heart of the Death Star.
- Pride, power, pinstripes, pooch-screwing.
- Agh!
- The human body is not a pretty sight and must be b...
- Knife, fork, bottle and cork.
- I'd like mine still beating, please.
- Good on you.
- Pretty awkward, really.
- Do you hear the people sing?
- There's foxglove for you... and bergamot.
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May
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