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Long ago and far away, a little princess was born. Her eyes were...
the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They reminded me of
France in the summertime. Those were the days, when my gay lover, Jorge, and I would run through the
house with my underware on my head singing Michael Jackson's "Thriller" while watching "Home Alone" and wishing I could meet McCauly Culking and say
"Dude, when did you get so gay?" He'll, of course, punch me in response and the, I'll
... oh, well... FORGET IT! I'm going to get an ice cream cone.
