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crickinmyneck
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Gen X-1.

What, with a chaser of wax lips and plastic wrappers found in a parking lot?

What, with a chaser of wax lips and plastic wrappers found in a parking lot?

Hmm, i'm allergic to milk, avoid sugar, and hate soy. Thanks for the tip, I'll give it a shot at least…It would be nice to stop eating cereal dry…any particular brand?

Hmm, i'm allergic to milk, avoid sugar, and hate soy. Thanks for the tip, I'll give it a shot at least…It would be nice to stop eating cereal dry…any particular brand?

I do find White Castle to be a perfectly good substitute. I miss the one in Jersey City where the cashiers were behind bulletproof glass. Who the fuck hands in an application at a place like that?

I do find White Castle to be a perfectly good substitute. I miss the one in Jersey City where the cashiers were behind bulletproof glass. Who the fuck hands in an application at a place like that?

Pigmeat markham! But I can never find it any more.

Pigmeat markham! But I can never find it any more.

Er—they are! I'm from Atlanta, and that's always the first stop on the way home from the airport when I visit.

Er—they are! I'm from Atlanta, and that's always the first stop on the way home from the airport when I visit.

I was at a press screening in the morning for Super Size Me, which is where I learned about those, and I went right out and got one on the way home. Thanks Spurlock!

I was at a press screening in the morning for Super Size Me, which is where I learned about those, and I went right out and got one on the way home. Thanks Spurlock!

Krystals, or White Castle, or as I have to make do where I live now: Frozen White Castle from the grocery store. Almost the same as the real thing.

Krystals, or White Castle, or as I have to make do where I live now: Frozen White Castle from the grocery store. Almost the same as the real thing.

That quote was one of the few remaining cornerstones of my now-failed marriage. Yet another of Alan's failures.

That quote was one of the few remaining cornerstones of my now-failed marriage. Yet another of Alan's failures.

It's my candy now, bitch!

It's my candy now, bitch!

Um, no, don't really drink. You know what it is abou the pear? It's the skin of a very ripe pear. The pear itself is fine, but that skin gets like gritty and crunchy with natural sugar, and it can be pretty amazing. Again, my credentials as a crap-eating sugar maniac are assuredly great: I ate three ice creams a day