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Saturday, May 17, 2008

Why you don't eat pizza past 9 pm.

I had a dream last night that Brandy drove by my house in a limo, popped her head out the sunroof and told me she was eating crab but really wanted some cheesecake.

I'm not sure what that was about, but is it just me or are Brandy's eyes ridiculously far apart?
Posted by Liz at 8:34 AM

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