Dear Lady Goolie,Literally the only thing I think about is myself. I look at the popsicle ladies and wonder, "What if I were in a popsicle suit? And melted?" Then I pause, and look into the mirror. Any advice?Signed, Confused/Befuddled/Bewitched by my own countenance.PS I ate the last string cheese.
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