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three-fold, baby. you wicked, wicked man. |
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i thought you were rich as fuck, v? why stiff some kid who is going to be held accountable when their drawer comes up short at the end of the day? it is all about treating the world the way you want the world to treat you, man. a lot more good happens to you when your soul is clear. |
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Evil begets evil. That cashier is probably crying his/her eyes out, for being accused of something that YOU did. There is no glory in anothers pain. |
but i dont want to detract from scolding that guy for being a prick. |
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when i am really really really really really (etc) mad at someone, i write their name on a piece of paper and put it in a cup of water and put it in the freezer. i've only done this twice in my life. |
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My grandmother used to make us an Angel Food Cake for our birthday. |
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my maternal grandfather, though, had weird taste in food. at breakfast he would start filling a bowl with cereal, nuts, fruits, ice cream, honey or other sweetner, or whatever else he happened to have. when he was finished it always weighed exactly one pound. when i was very young, we had lunch together one day. he took a cold pepperoni pizza out of the fridge, covered it with cottage cheese, then slathered that with mayonaisse, and ate it. i ate it, too. today i will do something like mix cottage cheese with chopped fresh basil, salt and pepper, then have it on toast for breakfast. but i guess it's genetic. i associate poppy seed cake with jesus christ. i can't remember why. |
I love baking. I can't wait to have counterspace. |
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2% small curd. |
i learned that one from the dude who won't eat bananas because they have the shape and texture of a turd. you eat bananas, wisper? |
i also like oysters. now there's something that definitely feels like cold snot in your mouth. and crawfish is like eating roaches. |
V, you're one fucked up imaginary internet personality. |
there was a booth set up outside the thriftway where they were selling maine lobster and all these people were swooning over the prospect. one particular lobster was HUGE! almost as big as my dick but much less pleasant. |
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i have to try it at least once. i've already eaten sausage made from pig salivary glands. |
It's just like old fuckin' times. |
Sounds like maybe a variation of your spell. Here in Lousiana, you can go and see the *treatar*, and get yourself a *gri gri* bag. Something they mix up special, for your particular needs. I once worked with a girl who's mom and dad had an ugly divorce, and things were really rough on the mom, and then one day they found a voo-doo doll inside a jar, hidden in a little out building on her property. I can't remember exactly what they did with it, but they took it to someone who could *undo* the spell. And things immediatly improved for the mom. |
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just hearing you talk about oysters makes me horny. i love oysters so much. everything about them. i love them raw. i love how they taste like the bottom of the ocean. naturally lightly salty. i love that little crunch of sand you often get. i love how they slide off the shell onto your tongue. i love the ritual of squeezing the lemon over oysters on the half shell. dolloping them with some horseradish. having a sip of bloody mary between sliders. eating oysters is like have a delightful, sinful secret revealed. |
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also, never heard Stay in there and freeze, for as long as I please, but in my mind as the ritual is being performed, very similar thoughts are being formed and directed. there are options, too. at first when you're still really mad, you keep the cup near the front of the freezer where you can see it every time you go in there to get something. it reminds you of the spell you've cast and enforces its strength. then after a while when you're not as mad, you can hide it in the back of the freezer and forget about it, peaceful in the knowledge that the object of your anger is suffering. maybe suffering less, but suffering without you having to think about them anymore. then when you're not mad anymore and have forgiven them, you take the cup out, put it in the microwave, dry out the piece of paper for a few days, then take a match to it. the end. |
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I watched a thing on the discovery channel or something like that, where this dude was documenting how 'gooey ducks' (a type of shellfish) were harvested. Gooey ducks are apparently large sea penises that you eat. You, not me. I'm not going near any shellfish, and especially not a shellfish that's better hung than me. |
the 'r' months cover spawning. i always thought it had more to do with the flavor of oysters than any danger. farmed oysters are bred sterile, so it doesn't really matter anymore. i love oysters. but the oyster has to fit in my mouth whole. |
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here's the fight song -- Go, geoducks, go! Through the sand and the mud let's go! Siphon high, squirt it out, swivel all about. Let it all hang out! Go, geoducks, go! Stick your neck out when the tide is low! Siphon high, squirt it out, swivel all about. Let it all hang out! i think there's some choreography that goes along with it. pretty damn funny if you ask me. |
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Heh. Flagellate. Red Tide. |
PreMenstrual Toejam. Prognosticating Mind Tremors. Pork Meal Tricks. |
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I just got one of these... http://motorcycle-web.com/honda/ruckus_2006/2.shtml Wheeeee! |
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AREPO TENET OPERA ROTAS |
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how's your job, heather? |
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The Olympian road master-meister! |
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I heard about a marathon runner who overdid the water and died. Brain swelled up or something. |
i broke my water bottle last week. i have one of those platic squeezy ones attached to my wheelchair. this summer hasn't been any hotter than any other summer this year (and sometimes cooler - mid-90's, positively chilly), but i would usually fill my bottle with water and freeze it so it'd last in the heat. last time i put too much water in it and the expansion tore a hole in it. which i didn't notice until i took a drink and got my chest doused with ice water. sometimes i think i should get a motorcycle. like a 3-wheeler. |
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