A Thing of Beauty.
I cannot begin to count the times I wish I’d had this on the tip of my tongue. Maybe it’s my imagination, but it seems that its utility grows in direct proportion to the number of words uttered by The One.
I cannot begin to count the times I wish I’d had this on the tip of my tongue. Maybe it’s my imagination, but it seems that its utility grows in direct proportion to the number of words uttered by The One.
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Ha!
Comment by Mr. Bingley — June 21, 2011 @ 7:54 am