I already complimented you and you don't believe me, so meh. I think you look fine (not the typical fine, but the sexual kinda fine). I like the pictures.
Heh heh. Surprisingly enough, I get that a lot. There's this kid who comes through my lane at work because I look like a friend of his dads. That and he and I chat about games.
We need to get some of the stereotypical bleach blonde 120 pound valley girls in here now. I want to make fun of them and say "like omigawd, gag me with a spoon" like I do in school. Except with less hitting.