Sometimes I feel a little crabby. It doesn't happen too often. I pride myself on my stunning good looks and amazing personality.
But every once in a while things around here get crabbier than a frat house. Or at least that's what mom says.
Thank goodness for Hanky-guy. He's the best.
If I snoot Hank I feel better. I love Hanky-guy.
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