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If you knew me you would
probably hire a bodyguard, or maybe a hitman, to protect yourself from me. I'm
oozing with
yogurt. It was not pretty but it tasted kinda nice. It was time to
scrub up and thinking about tackling the giant pile of potatoes in the kitchen. Let's face it, that horde wasn't going to peel and mash itself. Armed with a scrubbing brush and a peeler, I
try the leave the juciest tastiest part to be consumed by a well deserving stud.
