there is something entirely liberating about basking in the dying sunlight in just a tuxedo shirt.
i think this is related to that ever sexy woman-in-the-boyfriends-oxford inclination (and therefore embedded in my genetic code).
probably along with the desire to have thinner arms and coo at little girls in wellingtons.
in other news, check out the big finale: juggling comedians - what is the world coming to? and yet i kind of love it.
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