First you unscrew it...

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"...very fast. Cuz a kid'll eat the middle of an Oreo first and save the chocolate cookie outsides for last."


My father taught me many strange things.........did, did I just catch you thinking something dirty????

How dare you!!!!

Of all the obnoxious and rude things to be doing while I'm talking.

That's it. I'm not speaking to you anymore.

Good day, sir!!!!!!

Bastards.

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La Victoire said…
Just browsing, but I like your random-OCD-ness...I am similar!
March 22, 2005 11:13 PM
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