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Matty is 30 years old!
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When I was younger I nicknamed my brother doodie. One year I went to get a silly cake for his birthday but the guy who made the cakes barely spoke any english. It was such a challenge trying to explain that I wanted a big poop on a cake!
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OK. Can't think what to type. Too busy laughing. My husband would say, "You owe me a new keyboard." Because I laughed so hard I spewed my drink. I didn't really, but you get the sentiment.
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