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May 04, 2001

For amusement only.

At Vegas' Luxor, on our 21st birthdays, we got a rude awakening with regard to the future of our offspring. Apparently, our son will have Ben's nose, my eyes and Tom Jones' hair.

What can I say, Ben and I don't genetically mesh.

It's all digital voodoo, if you ask me.

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Yeah, but she has a great personality.