Though I extol the righteousness and nobility of accessories all day long, I find myself bereft of much (read any) bling. I've been secretly longing for my chaining day @ work, but that has yet to be announced.
Size med, thinn finns, 1nce constantly bespectacled but now more off than on. Now on 1st name basis with foreign immigration. Window seats if I have my say. Amaretto sour when I play the back, banana jacks when I spark the night, Jager bombs when I'm calling the shots - let's do it right. Family all day long.
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