I rarely eat a meal without some sort of condiment, im afraid of a beehive patterns, hula-girl car-bobbers, reststops, and the word "lube", I enter every relationship expecting the guy to be the one ill marry, I hate when people infront of me walk slow and the sound of people eating, I tell jokes that no one laughs at, i loath the idea of a GED,
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