My computer skills are so in need of a pimp out treatment.
Looks like a job for me and the Captain late one night... or ten.
Looks like a job for me and the Captain late one night... or ten.
ACCEPTING THE SANDWICH: Moments of harsh reality can be short: so bite hard, chew and swallow. I talk about everything from marriage to kids and pretty much whatever life flings my way. The rebel in me still wants to wish in one hand. The Realist makes me wash my hands and brush profusely.
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