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Ben's my Mac Tech, and an ear to bend when I've got woman trouble. Whenever I think that leading the lifestyle of a jet setting playboy is getting to me, I sit down for dinner with Ben, and he reminds me that marriage isn't for everyone (although it does seem to suit him quite well) and that I should continue pretending to be Ricky Martin's nongay evil twin. :: close window :: |
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