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guts and garters

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Tuesday, September 17, 2002

I do a quiz on which of the Nsync boys is my soul mate, and the tiebreaker question at the end is:

If you could have dinner with one of these dead historical figures, which would you choose? Cary Grant or Winston Churchill.

Fucking hell! Give a girl a tough choice, why don't you!

I went with Winston and got Joey. Like, eewww!!! So I went back and switched it to Cary, and got JC. That's more like it.

Right, so, my brain has now officially melted.

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