you know, there's a part of me that feels like i'm having the time of my life . . . but there's another part of me that feels like i'm just going to the dentist.
oh god.
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i'm stacey and my boyfriend is a
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cult blogger.
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*Disclaimer* To be honest, this is purely a Fan Site. Andre Jordan is not my boyfriend, and we have never actually met in person. He has never given any kind of approval for me to put this stuff up here.
3 comments:
Okay, that is perhaps not the most reassuring comment ever.
But look at it this way.
He could have said:
"You know, there's a part of me that feels like I'm having the time of my life ... but there's another part of me that feels like I'm just going to the hairdresser."
Infinitely worse, I'm sure you'll agree.
I hope you are reassured. Happy to help, at any time.
That'll be 50 dollars, please.
With fondest regards,
An Unreliable Witness (Mrs) (Retired)
P.S. The word verification required by that last comment was 'ffani'.
I am shocked and appalled. Please clean up this filth immediately!
Another trip to the dentist? You listen to your fear too much. Inevitably, when happiness strikes, we wonder when its opposite will arrive, hence the feeling of being on the way to the dentist. Any chance you might be able to suspend your disbelief for a little while?
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