Sadly, the NES turns out not to be mine. Belongs to another roomie, instead of the roomie who owned all the other Nintendo consoles. My bad.
"Ate 17 tons of food, and my blood sugars at 95." "16 tons of that was red meat. Blood sugar will be great, you're gonna die 10 years sooner."
The bathroom smells like a Fuddruckers. But in a good way. Or a bad way for Fuddruckers....
Turned down a hard-sell brownie at 7-11, said I was diabetic. "They're having a con for your people soon!" I didn't realize we were a tribe.
There's that instant irritation thing again. Trying to find a way to burn it off non-destructively. Hard to burn it off otherwise at work.
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