Up until a few years ago, I was sure that my life was not nearly exciting enough for other people to want to read about it. But when a CT scan came back showing a lot of scary junk eating its way through my abdomen, it suddenly felt like my life had been skeet-shot in mid flight, and that the pieces were in need of identification. I started a blog.
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The top picture is really impressive in its mirror-image symmetry. But I think I can match you both!
A certain teacher of mine who shall remain anonymous (but known to both pictured parties) was fond of referring to the "mature" stomach as: "young-girls delight."
In any case you're both ready to start trombone lessons!
- el jefe
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