Why is the UPS man always so smoldering hot? He always arrives while I'm hanging out in front of the couch, with my curly morning fro going on and in my pajamas. I'm sure he gets a wiff of my morning breath while I giddily let him know my last name is Sunderland. Poor guy, I feel bad about his half of the deal, but I sure get the better end, eh?
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and isn't that all that matters? :)
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