At once thought to be too wrinkly-old and fuckin' orange-tan long-nailed creepy for my taste, I must say that I have recently been happily converted to a Cougar fan. But that's a story for another place and time, homies.
(You're the bomb-dizzle, Sharon.)
I am wicked stoked for the events this weekend. I'm gonna tear off some freakin' Nair-ed legs and eat them with some chamois butter on Cervelo toast.
You heard me, bitches.
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