I talk to myself in public.  Accidentally, frequently, and loudly.

Every time I eat grapes, I feel the need to play chubby bunny.  EVERY TIME.  I’m shocked I have yet to die from this.

I am a founding member of a drinking group.  We have a name, we have shirts and we are awesome.

I think of myself as a nice person.  But, really, I’m downright mean.  I’m not proud of this, but am amused by it…  it’s an awful cycle and I need to stop.

I take joy in being silly.

I really love cows.  I’d rather have a cow than a dog.

I have very little tolerance for obviously unintelligent people.

I love making fun of people who drink cheap beer.


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