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Brent Ogden
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I'm Brent Ogden. I'm eighteen. If I could best describe myself, I would say I'm like the mustard on a hot dog. You could still eat a hot dog, but without anything on it, it's pretty bland.
Now, if I could better describe myself, it would be in what I think every time I say this about myself: I only settle for being the mustard, but I would love to be the hot dog. Hell, I'd love to be the bun. But, that would mean I would always be the default, and I oh so want to be the thing that's chosen to make it better. Too bad ketchup is so **** popular.
Now, if I could better describe myself, it would be in what I think every time I say this about myself: I only settle for being the mustard, but I would love to be the hot dog. Hell, I'd love to be the bun. But, that would mean I would always be the default, and I oh so want to be the thing that's chosen to make it better. Too bad ketchup is so **** popular.