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Thursday, September 01, 2005

P. Diddy's dentist

In my dentist's examination room on the wall there is an antique golden frame with two withered roses in it. Under the roses there is a little card that reads:
"You are the best dentist I ever had/Love/P.Diddy"
Posted by Anonymous at 4:21 PM

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