I sacrificed a whole Chinese buffet and some nice orange cake for someone’s birthday. I sacraficed the early bus to drink my coffee at home this morning.
I sacrificed a nectarine and some crushed saltines for breakfast, some popcorn for lunch, and I offered up some albuterol to the pollen gods. Oh, and some beer, elixir of holiness. Later on, I’ll make a burnt offering of part of a steer. Praise Og!
I’ve been trying to find a virgin to sacrifice.
Well. A virgin’s virginity to sacrifice anyway.
It wound up being three (on an empty stomach … woo hoo!). I think I’ve done my part. 
I sacrificed a little bit of my professional pride. I have an intern who was completely, totally right about a very arguable point today…one which hinged on a large number of very subtle variables involving interpreting the landscape and ecology of a particular area. I guessed one way, he guessed another. We argued about it for over an hour, and eventually, I had to suck it up and admit that he was correct.
Man, that stung. 
My sanity, in music class. (We’re now starting in on basic modern notation. I’ve been reading music since I was four. Aargh.)
Also, sleep, because some unspeakably horrid person caused my telephone to ring at 5:30 AM.
Part of my mind and a goodly portion of my temper. No, wait, I LOST those, they weren’t really sacrificied. My bad.
I sacrificied grain (popcorn) and salt, and chocolate. I think that will appease the gods for now.
No goats. Now, a sheep I could probably swing. Maybe for solstice . . .
A peach martini, cream of zucchini soup and a Boca burger. An Otter Pop.
Also, my girlfriend and I uh…celebrated. The goddess is pleased. Very, very pleased 
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I sacrificed a hooker.
Best five bucks I’ve ever spent.
The skin off the balls of my feet.
I wore (or “broke-in”) some new high heels.
I’m going to sacrifice a few million brain cells to appease the beer gods. I do this every day just to keep them happy.
I sacrificed hundreds of millions of little swimmy things who were very close to me in order to appease nature’s bountiful bosom.
Sea Monkeys?
I guess I sacrificed to the dumpling gods. I had a whole dumpling thing going on yesterday, chicken and dumpling soup for lunch and potstickers for dinner (which was probably a mistake since I still can’t chew very well but I figured they qualified as soft food) and then I sacrificed some rice in the form of pudding.
Then I was visited by the god of heartburn.