I love when I go to the grocery store and I tell them that I live alone. It's my favorite. The guy tonight said that I could feed an army. (I had the same guy who helped me out to the car last time. Remember, he told me that my car had that new smell, and was it a new car? And I said no it's 4 years old, but, "I try not to fart in the car.")
**To be fair I have family coming this weekend.
Stop telling men you live alone.
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