curing the 7-10 splits of the world, one pirouette at a time
I would prefer to walk up to a bar and have the bartender set down my favorite drink...but I guess knowing the security guy at my office will have to do for now.
Wait until you're 38 and buying a bottle of whine and the weenie at the register cards you. I'm not flattered, do I look dumb? But, I'm old and cranky and HATE digging things out of my wallet.
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