I know I've mentioned my inner two year old and my inner teenage girl. But at the risk of sounding like Shirley MacLaine, apparently I have an adolescent boy living inside of me as well because PB and I are addicted to Wipeout.
I know a mature adult would never admit this, but we consider Wipeout a midweek date night. Seriously, how can you resist this:
I'm sure my skin's gonna break out and my voice is going change any day now.
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oh my goodness... yep... you do have an adventurous spirit, don't you?
For a minute, I thought this was you DOING it...
I wish!
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