Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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I loooovvveee the moob poster.
I'm attempting to grow my hair. I've had shoulder length or shorter hair most of my life and hate long hair on me. Makes me look like a 12 year old girl.