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Banana and peanutbutter, again (not the whole jar!). |
I'm a contrary sort of a person, I suppose, so if something is all the rage, I tend to be rather resistant to it. Brad Pitt never adorned my bedroom wall as a teenager, nor Keanu Reeves. But damn it if Benedict Cumberbatch isn't just a bit dreamboaty. Don't get me wrong, I'm not playing the tune, but I'm on the bandwagon for sure -- playing the triangle -- or those funny wooden cylindrical things that look like building blocks -- a little embarrassed by the whole thing. It's the T-Shirt that did it:
And this too:
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