I guess that when you hit forty, you start to run out of wind, at least for the blowing out of the candles.
Lisa is really going to kill me for this one. (Lisa, It was Abe and not me!!! Amy)
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I guess that when you hit forty, you start to run out of wind, at least for the blowing out of the candles. Lisa is really going to kill me for this one. (Lisa, It was Abe and not me!!! Amy) |
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