I know that Looking for Mr. Goodbar is not a movie, but rather a dorky girl digging through the Halloween candy at work hoping to uncover the treasured yellow wrapper so that she may it place under the halogen lamp on her desk where it will become warm melty chocolatey goodness with a peanut crunch.
I know that Fun-Pack M&Ms contain only 20 of said M&Ms and as such, are decidedly not very “fun” at all.
I know that a Google image search for a picture of an M&M produces not only an alarmingly extensive Wikipedia entry, but this abomination.
I know that I am as addicted to sugar as I was addicted to nicotine.
I know that I have not thought about nicotine all day until I just wrote that. (Yay.)
I know that I can’t answer my Invisible Internet Friend’s question regarding when the next Sheverb Video will be posted as I am unable to locate my video camera.
I know that I applaud an establishment that provides directions to their location within a cheesy radio jingle. (Exit 451 off of 75… in Jasper, Florida… Hamilton Jai Alai and Poker… we’ve got your game!) Thank you for not letting me get lost, and thank you for the softest $1/$2 live game I’ve ever seen.
I know that I will be playing in Wheaton’s game, Pauly’s game and Rini’s game this weekend. Iggy? When are you having a game? Hmm? I also know that I would play in one or many of those.
I know that I’m out of from under the dark cloud of cigarette smoking and back into the light. If I believed in a God, this is the area where I would thank her. Since I don’t, I’ll simply thank my tremendous willpower and someone who has the patience of a saint. And I mean the kind of saint who suffers plague, pestilence and a shrieking fishwife with encouragement, a soft voice and unwarranted gentleness.
I know that Poker chips are not dishwasher-safe (just so you know, Steppen Wolf).
I know that I like dragons on my birthday. (Thank you Lili! Thank you Susie! You make Halloween fun, and candy unnecessary.)
I know that I missed you, my Invisible Internet Friend, and I’m glad we are back together again.
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welcome to the world of non-smokers and clean smelling clothes! lol Congratulations - well done. (snickers does it for me, btw)
Yeah!
The “fun size” snickers got smaller again this year!
What’s fun about that?
The Goodbars do not last here at work. I think I am officially addicted to those damn things.
Welcome back and congrats on the smoking! Good to see you again as well.
I prefer the Butterfinger ones, in fact I think I’m going have one right now!
Yeah!
Fuck.
My wife has been referring to my guy, Little Elvis, as “fun size” to her friends recently.
I thought it was a compliment.
Seems me & the Mrs. gonna have a little talk.
Thanks for the info.
As you know, I feel your pain. For not thinking of smoking, you’d get a snog, but unfortunately, I still smell like an ashtray.
i love Wikipedia, and get lost there sometimes. ok. i easily get lost online… but there it is semi-educational.
Hey, remember there are many others out there wondering when we’re going to see Gracie on Film again! And I’m so proud of you and the quitting; I don’t care if you Mr. Goodbar yourself up to 500 pounds, you’ll probably still be healthier.
Aww. I want a snog! And thanks Meg!
Sigh. I suppose I’ll just have to give up smoking. Again. Mind you, what happens if I quit, snog, then start again? There should be some kind of forfeit…
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