You know, passable.
It's strange, everyone I meet knows someone who looks just like me. I have frequently been hailed as a long lost classmate, an old flame, and the father of someone's kid. My dopplegangers must be many and wide spread. I just hope and pray none of these guys ever break the law.
But WOW, it must terrible being really good looking. All the workouts and clothes, the extensive array of hygiene products that you have to keep around, the endless diet. And no matter who you meet, you are always thinking to yourself, "Does this person really want to be my friend or is it just because I am so incredibly good looking?" Not to mention the size of the date book these people must carry. All those phone numbers must be tough to keep track of.
I have no idea how Flannery does it.
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Speaking of curves, for your listening pleasure I provide you with "The Curse Of Curves" by Cute Is What We Aim For, from their album The Same Old Blood Rush With A New Touch. (I'm not making this up.) For your visual pleasure I present you some cursed curves.
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