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Los Angeles-- Where Dating comes to Die. No one dates in Los Angeles. Ok, no one that isn't a supermodel or actress or 21 or blonde. But I haven't given up entirely-- at least not this week.
Los Angeles-- Where Dating comes to Die. No one dates in Los Angeles. Ok, no one that isn't a supermodel or actress or 21 or blonde. But I haven't given up entirely-- at least not this week.
16 comments:
"You bleach what?"
@danielletbd LMAO! I'm glad I wasn't drinking anything when I read that.
I thought I heard the Sprinkles Food Truck arrive outside, but I must leave without drawing attention or the lines will get too long...
@Gerald Did someone say Food Trucks!! And I would try to be stealthy-- I'd fail, but I would try.
Are you kidding? I don't date in years ending in digits!
@Dee HA! As is only reasonable. :)
I must admit that the first time I scanned your header for the day, I thought it said Capture Me Wednesdays and I threw on my best tomb raider/treasure hunting outfit.
@Gerald LOL I need a picture of that!
@Helen Ha! People see that look a lot!!
I'm with Helen.
Oh, that was me, Julie....
You ate _what_ with that?
[That's my guess. I used to go over to your place and eat all your food. And you never hit me or stopped buying it, either. I figure I owe you about a thousand dollars in grocery/alcohol bills, at least.]
Work flashback.
@A2Mama LOL!! Nice!
@Carey HA!!! Those chocolate bills were mostly mine.
@Chloe Right!! Followed by nightmares.
"What did you do?"
"You want me to do WHAT with that?"
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