How very Jack Bauer of you.
I figured I loved it, why question it?
Save it, okay. If my mom wants to club five times a week, sleep til noon, and hook up with some twenty-five barbarian beefcake, just means she has less time for me. Door's that way homes.
I don't have to see guys sneaking down the stairs while I'm trying to eat breakfast. It makes me wanna barf.
Between you and me, Taylor in a coma, is kinda a nice break.
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