If you take the itty bitty brocoli bits that flake off of the fluffy parts, they sort of look like little sperms. Sperm. Whatever.
I just noticed it, and wanted to tell you all right away.
In other facts, I'm almost finished my job and I am happy about it.
I am going to play golf for the first time in about 15 years on Friday. I'm already coordinating my outfit, and am open to suggestions.
Becaue I'm impressionable. And I try hard to please people.
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