I woke up (for the second time) at 7:15am this morning to the sounds of the Black Eyed Peas "My Humps" coming from the living room and Cliff doing the dishes left over from our meal with the Hartleys last night. Which is better, a man doing the dishes or being unashamed to love the aforementioned song like it's going out of style (or is so 2005)? Probably each. But what tops them both?
The little dance he was performing, unawares, when I came out to spy on him in the kitchen.
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Well we haven't book anyone yet for Quake, is he available.
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