If You're the Joke of your Neighborhood, Should you care if you're feeling good?
Then you're wife seems to think you're part of the furniture... oh it's peculiar(not really)
My Great Father and Mentor picked pieces of me off the Autumn Laden streets of Manhattan at the turn of the Millenium, and with unconditional love, he sewed and stitched endlessly till I reached a dynamic relative measure of perfection. I am now a Porcelain Doll named Lockheed HayHeeHoo Macedon with potent insight on macroeconomics.
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