(1) I ran out of gas this morning. Stupid. I managed to get the car fairly close to the gas station before it finally died about 500 yards away. I also managed to spill gasoline all over my hand trying to get some in the tank. WTG, me. Vinegar seems to be the only thing that somewhat takes away the smell, but now I stink like vinegar.

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1. Veterinarian. See, there's this whole thing called chemistry that I can't understand - or pass - to save my life, so being a doctor of medicine is pretty much out for me. But I love animals, have worked in vet's offices over the years and have gotten pretty good at diagnosing basic pet ailments, so if MATHS WASN'T SO HARD, I'd definitely make ( Read more... )

I plowed through two books over a 24-hour period this weekend, something I haven't done in... a long time. One was A Beautiful Child by Matt Birkbeck, which tells the true story of "Sharon Marshall," who was kidnapped by a man named Franklin Floyd when she was a little girl, raised as his daughter and then later married him. He forced her into ( Read more... )

LOLmacros never cease to crack me up. Liz enjoys them too. Currently we're rofling over LOLjocks.

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1. Stove Top Stuffing. This was one of the only things I was allowed to cook at home, because my parents were convinced I'd burn the house down until I was about 20 or so. In high school, I used to stay up late on mIRC with a huge bowl of Stove Top and some sort of juice. I still love it to this day and can whip it up in under the three minutes ( Read more... )

me: The negative consequences of "social purity's" single-minded focus on sexual danger come into focus when we look at their vigorous campaign against prostitution.
Rob: K

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1. Hate - My dad wouldn't let us decorate the house. Dad has never been wild about holiday decorations (probably because he'd always have to be the one to set them up and dismantle them later), so we never got much of a chance to pimp the porch in preparation for Halloween.

2. Love - The little "fun-size" Snickers bars. Can't get enough of these. ( Read more... )

So if I was five or six, there would be tears and quite possibly hysterics over getting this for Christmas. A life-size (well, the size of a miniature horse) pony that whinnies and snorts AND EATS CARROTS AND YOU CAN RIDE IT. Rob and I passed it last night in Target, and I'm pretty sure I am the only 27-year-old in history to squeal over ( Read more... )

What did the Buddhist say to the hot dog vendor?

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MAKE ME ONE WITH EVERYTHING!!!!

While in the shower, Rob asked me to check the Weather Channel and find out what the forecast was. I reported it back to him in a Forrest Gump voice: "There's gonna be big ol' FAT rain. Sometimes it'll seem like it's comin' straight up from the ground. Back to you, Jen-nay."

I crack myself up.

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