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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.

Best birthday present I ever got was on my 35th birthday, when I got carded for cigarettes.

Somewhere, I have a recipe for it. It's pretty good, but it breaks down faster than the commercial stuff.

Meh, as far as I'm concerned, you're still a baby. Have a happy birthday.

pfft, I'll have a beer at 10:30 AM if that's when I happen to get the lawn mowed.

It won't be that bad, and don't worry if it's hard to talk. You'll talk when you're ready. Remember - she's not going to judge you, she's going to diagnose you.

TMI. The only time anybody would be interested in what was going on in your pants would be if you were sitting next to them on the bus and soiled them (your pants, that is). The interest would not be positive.

Why?