The Isolated Blurt Thread: I Learned The Truth at XVII

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Hub and I had vows that we kept private, one of mine was that I would never make him watch The Bachelor or The Bachelorette, mainly because I hate those shows.

Tonight my mom tried to convince him that he should watch it with her, he declared loudly that I vowed to him that he'd never have to watch and walked away.

My mom is still confused.
 
Hub and I had vows that we kept private, one of mine was that I would never make him watch The Bachelor or The Bachelorette, mainly because I hate those shows.

Tonight my mom tried to convince him that he should watch it with her, he declared loudly that I vowed to him that he'd never have to watch and walked away.

My mom is still confused.

I like those vows.
 
Sometimes it pays to clean out the old bottles of booze in the back of the cabinet. Coconut rum and cranberry juice isn't too bad. I might even be able to add avocado so I can call it guacamole.
 
Formatting to print a draft book with CreateSpace. ...I feel like a giant infant. I'm getting flashbacks of messing around in Notepad with settings, making it look all official and shit on my parents' comp. ...and using fancy, swirly fonts as chapter headings.

I am both overexcited by the myriad options available and yet frustrated by how much I don't know.
 
Sometimes it pays to clean out the old bottles of booze in the back of the cabinet. Coconut rum and cranberry juice isn't too bad. I might even be able to add avocado so I can call it guacamole.

This goes so perfectly with your av that I just can't even.
 
"Always go to other people's funerals, otherwise they won't go to yours." -Yogi Berra
 
Happy Bloomsday everybody.

Especially for the lovers and the lost.

Happy Bloomsday, Blazes.

No, grilled pork kidney for breakfast, a Gorgonzola sandwich at lunch.

Indeed.


Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:
— Introibo ad altare Dei...





 
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