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This list would be too long, so I'll keep it short: always being the one to replace the near empty toilet paper roll. Checking out friend requests from scantily clad women. Cleaning the litterbox, and spending too much trying to develop a "website" that likely won't become more than a fancy LinkedIn, or a place... Continue Reading →
Having accumulated enough visible scars, mostly from racing sailboats, motorcycles waterskiing , and other such sports, my flesh is scarred enough for conversation. I loathe tattoos. So phony! Like false advertising, but permanent. I don't mind decorating my hands and sometimes my forearms or face, with henna on holidays at the family farm in Rajasthan,... Continue Reading →
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