Friday, December 26, 2025

People were guardedly marveling at

  "OMG," coffee was part spit out, part swallowed, "Whatever it is, it's stuck in Kramer's hair!"  She backed her two pounds slimmer butt against the steaming radiator and didn't appear to be yelling out the window, It's STUCK IN MY FRIEND'S HAIR...



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