Yeah, hmm, uh, um, hrm, kinda', mm, schwooo... peculiarly enough, I'm thinking. All the time. I'll catch myself, unabashedly, like your mom when she found you with that Playboy/girl/stuffed animal. Call it nail-biting, except with fatty pink tissue and bodily fluids. Ed's note: Juliet, he's waiting on that proposal still - he's an impatient star
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