Ah, Doritos. That yummy, yummy corn chip that just satisfies like no other. My long lost lover. The fiendish foe of my ever expanding ass.
Doritos have finally made it to Denmark. Or more importantly, to my local supermarket. It's been 12 years since I had my first Dorito, and at least 8 since I had my last. Our eyes met as I was walking down the
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Ow, calling (ex)boyfriends while drunk... tssk, tssk. You should know better. *grins*
I have a lot of cuffed pants. I really like those. Too bad they make me trip as well. Usually while walking on stairs. And, you know, stairs don't make an elegant fall. I can tell you that from experience.
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And I know - don't drink and dial... But I'm not sorry. It's not often that I can brag about having TWO boyfriends. Even though it is only kind of. I'm not done with Ron, and that makes me happy.
I'm quite the Stairmaster of Falls myself, but have thus far avoided The Cuffed Stair Tumble. I think I'm pretty much done with those kinds of pants now, thanks to your warning. I prefer to live. Also, they make my legs look even stumpier, if that's possible.
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