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Originally Posted by rubecube
Or at least teach her parents how to spell her name properly.
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Like... Ry'leh!
Ia! Ia! Cthulhu Fhtagn!
So anyways, I usually wear my white Flames jersey when I'm watching the game at home, but upon donning it just a few minutes ago, there's a big ol' wings or pizza sauce stain I somehow missed last time I washed it. This has paralyzed me with foreboding and dread! What if hot babes knock on the door looking for a tub of jello and an impartial referee to arbitrate their foxy wrestling? Or GQ comes over to do a photo shoot for the Sexiest Man of the Year issue? Panic! Panic!