You know you’re going to have a classy day when you catch yourself cooking a (buffalo) steak and (organic) egg mid-afternoon breakfast wearing only a knotted towel. So out with it, who here admits to cooking naked?
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You know you’re going to have a classy day when you catch yourself cooking a (buffalo) steak and (organic) egg mid-afternoon breakfast wearing only a knotted towel. So out with it, who here admits to cooking naked?