14 April 2011
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i sometimes wonder what will happen when i die. more specifically, i wonder what will go through the head of the person going through my things upon his or her discovery that i store the straps of my convertible bras in the box with my cigars.
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having bra straps that smell of cigars is so freakin Mad Men of you.
it's hot. i'm not gonna lie.
sounds like you're banking on still being a consumer of the convertible bra variety by the time you die.
you're right. that may've been a little optimistic.
well, y'know, if you opt out of kids, then there may yet be hope for the boobolines.
most selfish reason ever not to have kids.
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