THIS! This is why your cat is tripping you
I put ketchup on scrambled eggs and someone mentioned on hotdogs. I love ketchup on them.
Pepperoni and pineapple pizza sounds delicious!
It is.
I know, by smell when Sonic has changed their fryer oil. Clean oil fried corn dogs just ain’t the same.
He gets so excited when I come home from work that he runs in front of me back and forth begging for scritches and wet food. I swear he’s doing it on purpose.
I’m a Republican Senator hiding behind this screen name. I hate myself and have constant suicidal thoughts and prayers. If it weren’t for constant infusions of billionaire money and spinal fusion operations enabling me to stand, I’d be a real force to preserve congress’s rightful place as envisioned by the founding fathers in the constitution. I am so ashamed.
I am Elmer J. Fudd, millionaire. I own a mansion and a yacht.
His genius was Thriller, and everything else- to me- was just okay pop.
As I got older I was able to recognize his talent. Still don’t like him.
I don’t like little dogs. Okay, the ones that look like little stuffed bears are cute, but that’s it.
There is a cassette tape that I borrowed from the library about 45 years ago. I still haven’t returned it. But, I don’t know where it is. It could have been thrown away or it’s in a box somewhere.
Same for me with Prince. This is heresy in Minneapolis.
Ugh. Hate that guy.
Before my husband retired, I would tell him in the morning that I JUST decided to take the day off when in reality, I had it planned for days or weeks. If I’d tell him earlier, he’d take the day off too. I just wanted some quiet, alone time.
I’m in my seventies, and have been the main household cook since at least 20. I have NEVER cleaned an oven.
Dammit, I’m on the waiting list for that cassette
I have a library book from the school library I went to in the third grade. It’s a Shel Silverstein book. In keeping with his poem about the overdue library book, I can’t help myself waiting until it’s 42 years overdue to return it.
I’ll return it to them and bookmark that poem with an envelope full of cash because this copy’s pretty beat up.
Some of my best childhood memories were getting to leave class to read Shel Silverstein with a volunteer.
Especially children.
This does not make you a terrible person.
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My transgression? I love tamales in a can!
Oh man, that hits home!
A canner can can anything that he can, but a canner can’t can a can, can he?
“Tamales in a Can” = bitchin’ band name!