For some reason, I feel compelled to now give you a bit of Wendy Wimmer trivia: I once touched Andre the Giant’s sweaty arm. Yes. Be in awe. I think that possibly his sweat absorbed into my skin and the free-floating testosterone then caused my upper lip to need waxing for the rest of my life.
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