So the alcoholic in withdrawal shakes I had late last winter have decided to return. I've had to type this sentence five times in order to correct mistakes from the shaking hand.
On a brighter note, I felt better about myself last night as I ended up in Wal Mart. I answered a ringing phone with some lady asking me if I (ne Wal Mart) stocked floor fans or something and how much they were. I told her to check isle 43, but I didn't know the price. She got mad and said she wasn't leaving home to check. Why the hell does Wal Mart let outside lines ring on all phones, thus allowing someone like me to answer?
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Time to get nostalgic about a movie I saw eighteen years ago and was about a time seventeen years earlier. My college roommates can verify...
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After the post below and after finding Dave's post, I created my South Park persona after a bike ride. I think it's fitting.
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