oh facebook. you are really comin through these days. Thanks to Lauren for posting this and providing us all with a giant sigh of being 20 again. hell 21 or even 22 or 23 or 24. 25 was about the time that i realized my 6 pack (ok ok i never had a 6 pack) had turned into a beer gut and my my boobs weren't perky enough to go braless anymore. BUT i did manage to clean up my act a bit, go down a much better fashion road, have a career, and move in with my boyfriend. I hear 30 is friggin awesome though, and 40 is even better. god these girls are babes. YEAH TORONTO!
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