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Ticks are disgusting. Even worse than roaches. And how you’re supposed to remove them with tweezers by twisting as you pull otherwise their fucking head will pop off and stay stuck in you*. Blech.

And what about the worm(s)? Does she drag her butt on the carpet to relieve the itching? I’m somewhat surprised and disappointed that she didn’t Instagram that. Won’t someone think of the worms?!

Crack is whack.

This ^

And narcissism.

It’s the classic “wolf in sheep’s clothing”* or Little Red Riding Hood.

Yes, like a fine chianti and fava beans.

Don’t forget artisanal, m’lady!

I thought your last line read:

I used to drink at this bar. It was all very sad and creepy. I don’t remember much about those days, but I do remember this.

Thank you thank you thank you!

Can you recommend a good brand for a stain? :)

Okay, one more question: Is a lip tint different from a lip stain? I’m a little OT, sorry everyone!

The only thing I’ll happily pocket is if I find paper money*. The most I ever found was $40 wadded up on a deserted bike trail. My daughter found $10 in grocery parking lot.

This past Halloween, my eight y.o. daughter found a really beautiful “diamond” bracelet. It was stuck in some bushes and looked like an antique It was so well-made that we couldn’t tell if it was costume or real. It is exquisite.

Playing possum*.

I couldn’t handle that. I think I would kill myself. :(

That would suck. I’m a recovering alcoholic. The most they ever clocked me at was ~.378. The docs were surprised I was still alive. Fun times.

I wonder what would happen if a person who is actually an alcoholic is diagnosed with this condition. Could they never get sober? That would be a bummer.