I just don’t get the fever over this guy.
But if he showed up at my doorstep I would probably feed him a slab of lasagna.
That would probably make me pregnant with twins, wouldn’t it?
Twins with cheese.
I want to taste your lasagna. And no, that was not a sexual euphamism. I suspect if I showed up at your door, the only thing I’ll be tasting is pepper spray.
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