Cheesemistake
So I'm in Philly, and I refuse to look at fried peppers and onions, or shaved pieces of grade-H steak. And I especially refuse to make peace with an ever-popular can of cheese whiz, so I don't really know what I'm doing here.
I'm kidding of course, it's fine. Once the spackle dust settles, I get my window to close, the humidity goes down, and the ( Read more... )
I'm kidding of course, it's fine. Once the spackle dust settles, I get my window to close, the humidity goes down, and the ( Read more... )
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I'm going to UPenn.
And cheesesteaks are yucky.
how are you?
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