remembers hearing No Scrubs, almost convinced it wasn’t me, then hearing “you live at home with your mama; oh yes boy, I’m talking to you.”
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It’s why I always hated being in the passenger seat with friends and so insisted on driving everywhere.
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I’m father to two young boys. The older is a toddler who I’m getting to know pretty well. It’s my understanding that the chicks dig him. The younger is still an infant and is still a bit of a mystery. I’m married to a wonderful, bright woman who I admire. She’s what I need. She’s uncommonly sweet with a voice to match and that sometimes misleads people into thinking she doesn’t have a will of iron.
I read fun books by Nick Hornby
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