Jake cuts his own hair in front of the bathroom mirror. During his last hair cut, he called to me, "Hey, check out my six-pack...oh, wait, those are my ribs."
I know what you're thinking: I'm a lousy cook. I'll admit I'm not the best, but he was pretty thin when I got him, so I'm just maitaining the status quo.
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Maybe Jake should let you splurge and buy some quinoa or some candy or some whole milk!
I thought you were going to title it "ribbed" : )
Ha, ha, Cindy! Very clever!
see, not being a good cook has its benfits--a thin family. Your cooking is another reason I like you.
You can't cook any worse than me. Ask my family - if it ain't burned mom didn't cook it!
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