I think I'm dating a combination of my biological mother, Janis, and my step brother, Jay. Both of whom are about as opposite as you could find, and the strangest two people you might imagine to combine. With the exception of both being funny.
I've said before that beauty is a drug. A lobotomy even. If beauty is heroin, then laughter is, let's say, coffee. Gives me a good buzz-and-flutter till it wears off and my face hurts from all that smiling. If beauty is a lobotomy, then humor is, well, humor is a dizzy spell from spinning around on the grass too fast. Lots of fun if I have some place soft to fall.
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