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My great-grandma died last week. Apparently she had this weird thing with the number 13 kinda like I do. Her phone number was something-something-something-1313. Her address was 913. Hospital room 130. She had thirteen grandkids. Etc. Etc. I was born on October 13 at 2:13. I weighed 7 lbs. 13 oz. Etc. Etc. So she died last Sunday at 1:13 am and the clock that was hanging on the wall with a new battery is stuck at 1:13. The battery has been changed twice and the clock won't budge. Weird, eh?
I tried a piece of Patrick's nicotine gum the other day. Apparently, if you're quitting smoking, it gives you this amazing euphoric feeling. If you've never smoked in your life, it just gives you a headache and a touch of nausea.
I tried a piece of Patrick's nicotine gum the other day. Apparently, if you're quitting smoking, it gives you this amazing euphoric feeling. If you've never smoked in your life, it just gives you a headache and a touch of nausea.