I know he lost-big time-, and the resemblance isn't perfect(and the photos are blurry), but this is really why I find myself so enamored of Johnny Weir. I'm sure Johnny would enjoy riding Falcor in all of his soft, sparkling, undulating beauty.
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Meredith, darling, I thought of you last night when there were two things on television: Men's skating and flesh-eating zombies. "But it's the Olympics!" I argued feebly.
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Meredith, darling, I thought of you last night when there were two things on television: Men's skating and flesh-eating zombies. "But it's the Olympics!" I argued feebly.
The zombies won.
Must eat brains...must add rhinestones...must eat brains...must complete triple double combo..brains...gold lame...BRAINS...SEQUINS...BRAINS!!!!
If the zombies had invaded and attacked Scott Hamilton, now THAT would have been something.
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