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I just discovered it is absolutely possible to make your own bacon and egg bagel sandwiches. I've never tried that before. Om nom nom. There's like two pounds of bagels in the freezer from the bat mitzvah my family went to a month ago. There was this brunch and they fobbed off a ton of extra bagels on us. Seriously, bat mitzvah bagels... not so great, akshully. They're all plain and hard. If only we had that much bacon, I would be all set to totally pervert all the bat mitzvah bagels with bacon. And then weigh like ten thousand pounds.
These guys just walked into the shop and stood around for a while and I looked away for a second and then all of a sudden they had an awesome Viking helmet. WHAT. I have no idea where they pulled it from, they totally weren't carrying bags or anything.
Also, there was $27.77 in small change in the cash register today. Now, class, how many combinations (Firefox does not believe that's a word) of coins could that have been? They were practically overflowing out of the little drawers. I have to count the coins. >:(
The guy who works at CD Alley next door has turned from a nice guy into a pissy jackass who refuses to give me the keys before 11 AM. We open at 11. CD Alley opens at 11. What is his problem? Perhaps he is super-busy doing something before 11, but, seriously. Jerk.
I apparently cannot knock on doors without knocking to the tune of "Shave and a Haircut". If you've ever seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit, I assure you I am a real human being.
These guys just walked into the shop and stood around for a while and I looked away for a second and then all of a sudden they had an awesome Viking helmet. WHAT. I have no idea where they pulled it from, they totally weren't carrying bags or anything.
Also, there was $27.77 in small change in the cash register today. Now, class, how many combinations (Firefox does not believe that's a word) of coins could that have been? They were practically overflowing out of the little drawers. I have to count the coins. >:(
The guy who works at CD Alley next door has turned from a nice guy into a pissy jackass who refuses to give me the keys before 11 AM. We open at 11. CD Alley opens at 11. What is his problem? Perhaps he is super-busy doing something before 11, but, seriously. Jerk.
I apparently cannot knock on doors without knocking to the tune of "Shave and a Haircut". If you've ever seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit, I assure you I am a real human being.