May 19, 2010 13:04
I did a "I need bacon" dance at work and wound up with a BLT. Once I did a jig for a bandaid. When grocery shopping I have a dance for whatever aisle I am in.
Which leads me a couple conclusions.
1) I missed my calling to be a stripper
2) You can't take me anywhere
3) Bacon is good and my BLT is gone.
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