What I do best?
I help.
That's all I got. Don't know anymore than that.
(In other news, for the first time in a while, I gave a chic a double-take. You know, the look, look away, then damn, then look again, this time for longer. Well, at the same exact moments I looked at her, she looked at me. Two pairs of glances occurring at the same time. What are the odds? Damn my slow reaction time, 'cause if I wasn't so slow-minded around chics, I'd be on that....On the bright side, met some chic on my floor. She's not bad at all. I'm no conversation master though. Doesn't help any when she sees your door with a picture of male genitals on the dry-erase board. I hate the bastards on my floor. Really, I do.)
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