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Snoop
Sometimes I snoop at other people's groceries in the check-out line and wonder. Like the middle-aged guy I saw yesterday evening who bought 2 boxes of Hot Pockets, a bottle of Black Velvet, and and a copy Soap Opera Digest.
One good thing about living alone
is that during the middle of the night people don't eat all the ingredients that you carefully put out on the counter for the breakfast that you planned to cook.
If you have cats, though, all bets are off. Cats would consider it a tribute.
News from Solvij
"Did you know my left armpit sweats more than my right armpit?"
Typo of the day
"Surly there had been some mistake?"
A petulant mistake, perhaps.
Typo of the day
Periquites. Someone had to tell me it was "parakeets."
Is it just an illusion
or are people who eat at Wendy's really thinner than people who eat at McDonald's?
