The only boy I’ll ever love is 30. His twinkage is officially behind him. And with his youth goes a part of me. A part of my life. Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset. O, my golden god! O, my flaxen-haired beauty! When did it all go so wrong for us? Huffington Post has gallery of JTT through the years, but honestly, if you’re like me, and I know you are, it’ll probably be too painful to revisit some of those early images. Instead, here he is at the Home Improvement reunion last month. That’s him, second from the left. Still cute, although slightly puffy and slightly squinty. Squiffy.
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