Prepare to be boggled.
Dude.
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Prepare to be boggled.
Dude.
I have been to the gym. Go team me. Okay, it's not much of a victory, but we're having the kind of weather that makes you want to get under the covers and stay there. This does not explain the behavior of the couple who, on a three-lane track occupied by a number of people, 1) had a loud argument about who had gone further 2) raced each other and 3) suddenly started walking the opposite way of everyone else.
Randomness in vw's day:
I'm boggled.
And shamed.
While Bartleby was not looking, I snuck back to stacking cats. I feel so dirty.
But duuude this last game? I kicked kitty ass.
I don't know what level I got to cuz, ya know...eyes twitching. But. I made it to 499400 points.
Gee-hosa-fatt!
Now I must retire. I can never reach that peak again. I feel a Lou Gehrig moment coming on. partly from the retiring and partly from I think my hand is broke...
I'm taking a poll.
Tostadas or chicken nuggets and french fries for dinner?
I'll take tostadas, thank you.
Tostadas!
Nuggets.
Tostadas!
(We are having turkey tacos tonight! Yum! TEAM TACO!!!)
It depends on the source of teh chicken nuggets.