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It's tasty. That's how I celebrate the moments of my life (old commercial that you probably don't remember.)

So what does that make me? I like chocolate milk in mine.

Does this mean you're going to break the boards again?

I was expecting an anvil, not the Anvil Chorus. ;D

Your mom and I need to get together for coffee. I think that before the second cup, the locks will be changed and your shit will be out on the lawn.

Davy Crockett, I think, on Wonderful World of Disney.

Too rich for my blood, in more ways than one. I get my coffee at one of the local 7-11 equivalents - the coffee is really good, and the really big cup is $2.49. <3

Oh, come on. It doesn't just amaze you, it clogs your arteries, raises your blood sugar and increases your pants size - all at once!

Yay science!

Oh, come on. Definitely the 90's - the 1890's.

They're generally pretty confused, until I get to the part about human sacrifice. Then they leave. (That I look like a Polish grandmother {which I am} seems to make them even more confused.)

I've told them I'm a Druid. Big mistake; I had to explain what a Druid is.

You'd think after a cancer scare, I'd have quit smoking, but nooooooo. However, it's got to go. My problem is that I want quitting to be easy.

Probably a prudent course of action, although I would opt for haste over gentleness.

I have 3 pussies, but I do not know whether or not they would enjoy being coughed into. Seeing as none of them are declawed, I will not be trying to find out within the foreseeable future.

I thought you dumped him.

"Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut." (Ernest Hemingway)

*origami

Would you please just get a hooker and get laid?

I don't know if I'm up for this. Look what happened the last time we decided to make a new country. (And if you think I'm spending the winter in Pennsylvania in my stocking feet, you're sadly mistaken.)

If you squeeze them, the juice is not a true blue - it's more of a blue-violet. The next time you eat blueberries, look at your tongue - it'll look closer to violet than blue. (In addition to making your tongue purple, they make your poops green - there's your gem of trivia for the day.)

Just because it's organic doesn't mean it's food. Indigo can be organic. So can woad. I've heard of pickling indigo flowers; I don't know if woad is edible, but it is supposed to smell ghastly. (And about the indigo - the flowers, the parts that are pickled, are pink.)

Yeah...just living the dream.