Overhead yesterday:
"My doctor said I can't eat chocolate or nuts because of this cold sore [gesturing to the red weep accenting the mouth], because, you know, I've got herpes. But I have this whole jar of Nutella just sitting on my desk. So I don't know what to do. I'm screwed."
Oh, America, you swath of Ur-urges.
| In the name of These States, shall I scorn the antique? | |
| Why These are the children of the antique, to justify it. |
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