I can't write today because I just read this article and now I have to pack my shit and move to Cleveland to marry LeBron James.
Except -- oh, booger pants! -- the article says he's already married, more or less.
And (I keep forgetting) so am I.
It's not about the house.
Posted by EGE at 2:21 PM
Life in a falling-down bungalow told with
wit and high humor
1 comment:
anyone named LeBron is a self written king.
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