My one claim to fame in life, they shall engrave on my headstone, was a curious affinity for winning concert tickets. Because twice = legacy, obvz.
Is it pathetic that I am nearly more excited about getting my hands on
these at the little vendor cart than about seeing Carrie Underwood perform tomorrow night with the free tickets I won at work
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Good luck with yours.
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The biggest fear is loss of sphincter control. I worry about unrestrained farting, and worse yet, pooing myself. It's a real stress.
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Is that likely, considering the length of time this has been going on already? Occasional issues are one thing, but if this causes lifelong problems, there has to be another option. o_O I know doctors can do reconstructive surgery for gay men who have has their sphincters ravaged by being porked too roughly at any given time---having a chatty surgical assistant as a customer is educational---so maybe a little nip/tuck could be worked out.
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Your icon is terrifying, btw. Congrats on that, as well.
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The icon is more friendly looking than I am most days. :))
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Ha ha ha!
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I wish they allowed weapon-like items in arenas. Perhaps I should have invested in one of those large glow stick the vendors were selling in the aisles, if only to beat people with. :D
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