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"Please let me in - there's a storm coming and you have the only storm cellar in miles!"
"Since you brought me some flowers... WAIT! Those are MY flowers from my garden! Now I won't win the best garden!"
"But look at me! My shirt is undone, the wind is blowing my hair so beautifully! You must let me in. You and I will make beautiful music together while the storm rages! And look, I don't even look like I'm Fabio!"
Well, in that case!"
Posted by: Deanatroi | 01/31/2010 at 03:04 PM
You don't think he looks like Fabio? Thought he looked younger -- and his hair is a bit weird. But definitely Fabio.
Posted by: The Wife | 01/31/2010 at 06:05 PM
That's your only reply? And no, there are quite a number of pics out there I'm sure that don't look that much like him.
Posted by: Deanatroi | 01/31/2010 at 06:24 PM
Umm.... should I have said something else? lol
Posted by: The Wife | 01/31/2010 at 08:20 PM
guess not. I give.
Posted by: Deanatroi | 02/01/2010 at 10:12 PM
I'm confused.
Posted by: The Wife | 02/02/2010 at 04:13 AM