I do, I really do; I haven't been anywhere near Holland. Hell, I don't even have a passport. Truly. Seriously. Hey, stop looking at me like that!!!!
Bastards....
Besides, there's no way I could pass for 19 or 20 anymore, so there. And if you think I'm telling any of you the "kissing bandit" story, you're kidding yourselves.
28 June 2005
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