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I use the gloss with a tip on the other end to rub it in. Eye makeup is a ***** that I try to save for special occasions.
I use the gloss with a tip on the other end to rub it in. Eye makeup is a ***** that I try to save for special occasions.
I'm so glad that I'm a guy who is not an actor and don't have to worry about makeup. We are so much less complicated.
Although trimming my beard once a week can get a little "hairy" (<- Ha! Get it? "Hairy"? I'm so funny...t
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Have you taken into consideration that maybe it's just your wife that is weird?
Just sayin.....
I'm so glad I don't have a job where I have to put on makeup or any of that shizz. I don't think I've ever bought or owned makeup sponges.
When I ask my husband to pick something up from the store, it's stuff everyone of nearly any age can understand, like milk or eggs or toilet paper.
I have no idea what you mean by backup.Let's see if that stays the same when you run out of backup!![]()
Meryl Streep lives in the apartment over mine.
On occasion, she will be very loud with her parties and her rock and roll music. Among those whom she invites to these gatherings are both males and females, for the most part. I lay in bed listening to this, red with rage, but powerless to do anything.
The sad fact is that I am somewhat fearful of her. The way she looks at you with those menacing eyes. Or how she bounds down the hallway with her backpack, like she can't be stopped. She shoos children off the front steps of our building, and her apartment window is always eerily dark on Halloween night.
Sometimes I will lay in bed and I will hear her pissing into the toilet. She pisses right into it, like a man. A strong, powerful stream. I find it very intimidating.
Meryl Streep lives in the apartment over mine.
On occasion, she will be very loud with her parties and her rock and roll music. Among those whom she invites to these gatherings are both males and females, for the most part. I lay in bed listening to this, red with rage, but powerless to do anything.
The sad fact is that I am somewhat fearful of her. The way she looks at you with those menacing eyes. Or how she bounds down the hallway with her backpack, like she can't be stopped. She shoos children off the front steps of our building, and her apartment window is always eerily dark on Halloween night.
Sometimes I will lay in bed and I will hear her pissing into the toilet. She pisses right into it, like a man. A strong, powerful stream. I find it very intimidating.
I have no idea what you mean by backup.You mean a backup person like my husband? What?
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