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i found a nug on the floor. i was out.

answers every 'potential scam' call with, 'hello there potential scam caller, how can you scam today?'

<< i know you can't tell. but the letters are elongated. and i watched them adjust back to this current size. maybe it's just my vision? i noticed a fly on my leg, but it was moving like it was 'stop motion'.

goes one step beyond, in the cataloguing and documentation of bodily gases: freezes them in air tight baby food jars. time stamped/odor/consistency. and one other CRUCIAL piece of data; was that fart, in fact, honking for the right of way?

on a dare, she put a rather, rancid matress, [she found in an abandoned mine], on craiglist. unbelievably, someone answered the add.

the first couple times i saw steel magnolias in my 20's. now...i kind of laugh, because in my old hag age, i know GOT DAMNT WELL, i am fucking 'weesa'. so, i can't take that movie seriously anymore.

oh...please watch. it's perfect for when you need a damn good cry, great cover.

good for them.

lmao. and if you don't think for 1 second that decades of intel, THIS little tidbit would escape? no. it would not. the problem though, is not so much the country, but the extremists in this country. now...again, i'm SURE that the intel is there, but for political pomp and circumstance... lets just watch.

the tell tale spleen. *chef's kiss

nah. it wants me to sign in/up. i'm good. but i don't doubt the scenerio. i want to see the ICE glitter vehicles. lol...sounds like a dystopian barbie set. *edit, ty pat. lol....fantastic. can't make this shit up.

will NOT talk quietly and will NOT carry a big stick.

blocked. looked for the article somewhere else. nothing. link? other than this?

i wasn't great at trig either. i dropped it like a bad habit. didn't need any more math anyway, i was just trying to keep up with the jones's. if i had to go back and do it all again, i would have gone to the vocational high school and not the college prep.

kicked out of the zoo for flinging poo at the chimpanzees.

learned how to use one in 3rd grade. as it was an antiquated tool. as well as the abacus-i like that.

i do believe it was midway geometry calculators were finally allowed (10th) the next year would be alg. 2, and graphing calculators were needed. can i just say...fuck trig. right in it's sin cos asshole. but i digress. i think it's important to know HOW to get to an equation/answer up to pre-alg (6th grade), after that, i think it should be promoted to try to calculate as much as possible in the ole noggin'. may not need alg and up IRL...but being able to formulate, calculate, et al, other 'problems'...i think go hand in hand. also, full disclaimer ; hai : ]

likes to walk around the boardwalk, and slap anyone eating a pretzel with no yellow mustard.

OMG how could i forget??? sophie's choice.

once worked at a denny's [the swing shift], got into with a waitress when she delivered the strangest order: slap the flatop you snappy egg. they argued for a solid 20 minutes, i lauged all the way out the door.

hosts underground grocery cart races, where the men are men, but drive grocery carts...

'amistad' - right off the rip, when the mama can not let this be for her and her infant, so she jumps in the storming atlantic ocean. the visual of underbelly of the slave ship. tears for days. 'orca' - again...right from jump. the mama orca is caught and they gut her and a calf comes out, which is what papa sees and hunts the murdering human. 'mama' -the end scene when the youngest runs to mama, in reality it's over the cliff...but it's ok, because now mama and baby are together.

jfc i meant...the BA JFC. lmaoooo aaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnddddd.

i miss this. i miss us.