So you clock a hottie while heading to Dodge (or just while walking by, if you’re me and can boast a whopping zero hours of weekly exercise). Maybe they seem physically fit, maybe they’re donning some Columbia athletic apparel – for whatever reason, you’re pretty sure they’re on some sort of sports team. The question is… which […]
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