I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards.
I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
Monday, June 13, 2005
Lunchtime Line at the WaWa (a haiku)
Fat girls get salads Skinny girls get cigarettes I'm getting yogurt
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