So yesterday as I was driving home, jamming out to some Michael Jackson (Bad) came on, and I realized my favorite part of that song is the back up singers going "bad bad really really bad." It makes me happy and oddly enough that's the part I always end up singing.
On a different note, this is the last chance for all of you best dressed hopefuls to concede quietly. I'm guessing there are two of you, both which don't read this unless your wife or your girlfriend who we're trading your for permanently tells you to read this, that think you still have a fighting chance. DOUBTFUL. Game on beaches.
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Thems some fightin' words. I've been on the edge of my seat for weeks wondering how you're going to top ONJ.
(But I can't be mad at ya considering you choose related by marriage over blood. LYLAS!)
Good luck former 3rd place.
I'm not sure what the message in parentheses means mrs.?
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