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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

How We Met

As part of my wife's Brainaversary series, she has decided to take a brief interlude to elucidate how she and I met.

It's a touching story involving little touching. At least, at the beginning.

Enjoy this tale of romance, told here in 3-D.

1 comment:

  1. damn you have a way w/ the ladies ; )

    incidentally, I met my man meat on craigslist.


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