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    I’ve never gotten it from my own kitchen. It’s always been restaurants. Bad luck I guess. I’m almost obsessive about my own kitchen and food safety. As for the Pedialite, I always mix is with bland juice or something else. I tried Gatorade but it seems to be too rough on my stomach when it’s been punished like that.

    I hear this a lot, and while I agree that funds can be diverted for anything once they are within an organization, I’ve never seen any documented proof of it happening. It may exist, but I’ve never seen any news article, expose, or paper trail proving it. Most politicians prove again and again that they are ignorant

    I’ve had salmonella several times and bacillus cereus. At some point you just pray for death. While you wait, get someone to stock you with Pedialite, cough drops for the raw throat you get for vomiting, and something soft to sit on while you’re on the bathroom floor because you’re too afraid to leave. Bring a good

    The mechanics were presented in a very sterile, clinical sort of way. I had sex-ed first in 5th grade, so maybe that was appropriate. There was nothing mentioned about it again until high school where we had a seminar on STD’s and HIV. The ignorance of my peers was astounding. This should have be a continual topic in

    I got a late night phone call from a very drunk man who said he wanted to kiss my pussy. I held the phone out to my cat and she looked at me like I was stupid. I told him she wasn’t interested and hung up.

    I used to have an issue where my body made too many red blood cells. I would go ever 6 weeks or so for what a friend called the “Oil change with the vampires” I would get a liter of saline in one arm and they would take out a liter of blood from the other. It was fairly strange laying there on a bed watching blood run

    I’m guessing a string of bad decisions...

    I have a mid-2011 and I don’t have it either.

    I think he has a compulsive issue regarding his sexual behavior. I don’t see it changing, either because he simply can’t, or he chooses not to. However, she chooses to take him back, time and time again. When do you reach the point of - enough is too much?

    A lot of laundry or dry cleaners will wash and fold on a price per pound basis. Most places I’ve used can do same day if you get it there in the morning, otherwise I was able to get it the next day.

    I’ve had Bacillus cereus, and it was horrible. Having had salmonella more than once I tend to avoid buffets because I’m never certain how often the food is turned over. Against my better judgement I let my step son convince me to join him for dinner at a Chinese buffet one night. I got sick the next day. It took

    It sounds like she was at 14 minutes, 30 seconds on her fame clock.

    Every time that man opens his mouth, I hear Jimmy Swaggart in my head saying, “Praise Jesus, and send in the hookers!” It doesn’t matter what he’s talking about, or how far down his throat he’s trying to shove his feet, that’s the only thing I hear.

    The visual effects were good for the time, but it was basically “Dances With Wolves” in space.

    It seems pretty clear he doesn’t use his own brain, so nothing he says really surprises me.

    My Chevy Blazer. I hated it. The gas gage worked when it wanted to. I had to put gas in it ever 250 miles or I took the risk of it running out. No one could figure out why. The real end would make this loud bang once in a while, and of course no one could find anything wrong with it. Suspension sucked. It sort of

    Blackstrap works well for making BBQ sauce. It gives it a deeper flavor. Other than that, I really can’t think of anything I’ve used it for.

    They showed up for life expecting a trophy and they seem to have won the grand prize. What exactly did they think was going to happen to them ?

    Girl gotta eat.

    I had moved cross country for the job. It was a city I had already lived in and knew well, but I had been unemployed for 9 months. My severance from my previous job was running low as well as my savings. The promise of coming money was slightly better than the reality of no money. Now, when I look back I see it as