I'm an Brit and I can confirm that I love bagels. In fact, I live for bagels. I've been collecting bagels for over 35 years. I remember the first time I bit into that crunchy, sweet bagel. Ever since that day, I've been obsessed. My parents thought I was insane, they took me to a therapist. But they just don't understand the special connection I have with bagels. Every bagel I collect has a different size and taste, and I love each and every one of them. They're perfect. My parents sadly still don't understand my love with bagels. They judge me. My dad always complains how I need to get a job and move out, while my mom complains how there's too many cockroaches and rats in the basement, where I live, and keeps telling me to throw the "old" bagels out. But I don't listen to her. I don't listen to either of them. I don't care what they says. My love for bagels will last
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btw this is Lydia, your wife of 17 years, i just can't do this anymore, im taking the kids and we're going to Niagra Falls to jump

+rep great rocket league player :D