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Another of My Secret Boyfriends

Is it just me or does this totally make anybody else hot and sweaty?

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  1. The MomAugust 17, 2009 at 8:58 PM

    Oh no you diiddnn't!

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  2. Adventures In ChinaAugust 18, 2009 at 12:54 AM

    It's just you! :D

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  3. CJ SimeAugust 18, 2009 at 7:16 AM

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  4. FoursonsAugust 18, 2009 at 9:58 AM

    Hmmm...not much to say about that. Sorry.

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  5. GinaAugust 18, 2009 at 1:15 PM

    I won't fight you for a share of this one!

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  6. wendyAugust 18, 2009 at 9:37 PM

    Picard, all the way.

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  7. AmberAugust 19, 2009 at 8:00 AM

    I need a towel, too hot and sweaty for me. ;-) Somebody has to love the white and nerdy, you know?

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  8. ToniaAugust 24, 2009 at 2:44 PM

    Is that guy in the background Donny Osmond? Ahhh, I love Wierd Al

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