On my way home.
posted by Matthew Phelps at 7:17 pm
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
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'Having an infant is largely sleep deprivation combined with janitorial duties. Sort of like
being in a Vietnamese prison
camp.'
Bryce Forney
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