A Life in Pictures
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Also at a young age I developed another love that would last a lifetime: the love of ham. I don’t know how old I am here, but that’s me on Christmas, being held my mom, flanked by my cousin Jacqui, holding a big chunk of smoked ham, appropriately named “Oink”
And really, my therapist wonders why I’m so self-deprecating. Try growing up and having your family give you ham for Christmas, and see if you make light of the weight problem you later develop. Asshole.