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Mar 8, 2013

The Mystery of the Shrunken Jeans

Filed under: Conversations I never imagined I'd have.

R: This is yum. What did you put in this?
A: Dark chocolate, white chocolate, a bit of milk, unsalted butter, cream and sugar.
R: This is so good!
A: Also, explains why the jeans don't fit anymore.
R: Dat ass!

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