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DO YOUR PART TO END GLOBAL WARMING!
And I have a question concerning proper gingerbread-man-eating habits: Do you bite off the feet or the hed first? My brother says the feet, so that it can't run away, and I say the head, because it's more humane and you can't hear the screaming.
DO YOUR PART TO END GLOBAL WARMING!
And I have a question concerning proper gingerbread-man-eating habits: Do you bite off the feet or the hed first? My brother says the feet, so that it can't run away, and I say the head, because it's more humane and you can't hear the screaming.
A Christmas Tale (Humor)
(I got this from the father of my bff, ~give-dreams-wings (https://www.deviantart.com/give-dreams-wings). It made me laugh, so I thought I'd share it with as many people as possible.)
A Christmas Tale
This is the story of why there's an angel on top of every Christmas tree.
One Christmas Eve Day, quite a long time ago, Santa Claus woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Nothing seemed to be going his way that day. First, he fell out of bed and nearly broke his back. Then his nice cup of morning coffee froze, as we know things tend to do in the North Pole, right to his beard. Then he ripped a seam in his new Santa pants. Then his belt buckle broke, and he sat there tugging and tuggin
UPDATE: Black Friday and Wall o' Boobs
Soooooo, since I missed posting a 'Happy Great American Turkey Massacre Day!' journal, I'll update now on Black Friday. Today, the day after Thanksgiving, was so dubbed due to The First Day of Holiday Shopping, which I woke up at quarte to eight to join...meaning that now my legs ache, I'm sizzled, my brain committed suicide, my ears are protesting cruel and unusual use of christmas songs, and my fingers are permantly curled to hold overstuffed shopping bags. Despite all this, I now know each and every one of the Christmas presents that I'm getting (yeah, my mom's one sneeeeaaaaky person...she's just not sneaky enough :paranoid:) and I picked
If Ya Can't Find A Partner, Use a Wooden Chair
Sooo, I'm back from the Friedman Field Station on Cobscook Bay in Bay of Fundy. It was pretty FREAKING AMAZING. Heck yeah. There was so much cool stuff to see. We found HUGE sea stars, and sea urchins, and little eels, and crabs, and periwinkles, and live sand-dollars, and lots of cool stuff like that. We saw seals, whales, porpoises, and bald eagles on our whale watch.
I did bunches of chouette stuff.
--hummed to snails to make them come out of their shells (it works, I swear!!)
--had random talks about Cosmo magazine with guys
--put a sea star on my face (please don't ask why)
--got "Murdered" twice
--slept in the "Red Light District"
hooRAH
so, i'm going on a school trip this week to bay of fundy with my APES class. sounds like fantastic fun, and i'm SOOOO excited!! *squee* but yeah, their internet connection where we're staying won't be fast enough to load DA (ch, like mine is...) so no real internet connection, but whatever. i'll survive. and "denial" is a four-letter word...
but yes, i'm looking foreward to humming to periwinkles and wading in sea muck (i brought my chest-waders!!) and enduring a week with a certain mom of a certain somebody who is chaperoning. lol, but i'll live. and humming to periwinkles sounds pretty freaking cool.
so, on this happy, sugar-induced not,
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gingerbread is gross. just feed it to a dog, they usually just crunch right through the middle. i think that's the equivalent to both disembowlment and spine-breaking; also a happy compromise spatially between the head and the feet.