Sunday, August 1, 2010

My man is just like the Old Spice guy... the sense that's he building my dream kitchen with his own hands and has worn Old Spice since 1970. Of course, he doesn't have Isaiah Mustafa's abs, but he's much better at slinging a power saw and his cannonball puts IM's swan dive to shame.  (At least, that's what I'm telling him. We're behind schedule and I'll say anything to get my kitchen sink back.)

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