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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
My Mikey.
My mom said to me the other night.
"you should marry Michael Phelps. He's A.D.H.D and he's writing a book! you'd be perfect!"
silly moms.
though, he is hott, look at that bod!
yummmmmmmmmmmmm.
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