I'd brag until the sun went down... and I love my own son with all I have. And I know two
ladies who had the night of their lives.
ladies who had the night of their lives.
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I remember how sick to my stomach I was when Jason got the knee injury against Rutgers. He was on my mind constantly the next day at work and I don't think I could have felt any worse if he was my own son.Having noodle arms makes this act far easier...