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We're sitting in the office, eating tortilla chips and hot salsa, when Will announces, "I really don't think I could be married to you if you didn't like salsa." Picky, picky.
January 28, 2009 in Snippets, Will | Permalink
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I sort of agree. I LOVE SALSA.
January 28, 2009 at 09:40 PM
Salsa is gooood :).
And you have definitely ruined my day ;)... Are you serious about Domino?! I can't believe it :(. Seriously- my favorite magazine (besides Vogue) of all time :(. I thought Domino was doing really good... oh well, maybe they'll transfer my subscription over to something good :P.
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