
I met my wife in 8th grade. Over 20 years later I still get 8th grade thoughts trying to impress her.

This should be good...

I'm a "clean as you cook" type of person.

Why do I do this to myself?

I could swear I was hungry before starting...

I can't believe her sometimes.
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