At first, you might find it comical. I did. But as you continue through them, you begin to feel very sad. There's plenty of questions regarding the photographer as well, such as, "If you're living there with her, do something about it!", but I think there's some issues there too.
I hereby put it in writing--if I ever go nutso like this, any one of you, my blogger friends (preferably one of my half-nekkid ones), can beat me senseless. Feel free to use the golf clubs I got when I was in 3rd grade. They're in the front closet, under the boxes of 8-tracks, next to my letterman's jacket....
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