Showing posts with label secrets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label secrets. Show all posts
Monday, February 5, 2007
scarface
If anyone asks about the cut on my face, I got in a huge barfight with a 300 pound Amazon at the People's Republic because she told me I threw darts like a pre-pubescent boy. I did not, for the record, skid on an icy cobblestone sidewalk in 4 inch red heels and scrape my face on the ground.
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