Does anyone know what we're thinking now?
I honestly don't know. I'll let you know what happens if the situation comes up.
A Dunkin' Donuts jelly stick. Given that it's not going in without some kind of appliance or tool, I'd say I'm fucked up, down, and sideways. Ew.
Raspberry tea Diet Snapple
I AM tired of my physical limitations. Not sad, not angry, just tired. This shit gets old.
I have never eaten an insect.
Kiss my lips.
Again, please.
Dr. No <-- Initial, incorrect, guess
Moonraker
Michael J. Pollard
Your surgeon said that he couldn't find the 1000 cc implants that he promised you, but he said the 1200 cc ones would be even better. He's gone to Tahiti, by the way.
I'm missing a small piece of flesh under my left jawline where I was attacked by a dog when I was three.
The bite also pushed the first bicuspid in my left jaw out of place permanently.
I Will Survive
(Gloria Gaynor)
Hot coffee, cream no sugar.
Maybe half a dozen or ten people know my actual given name; no one knows my surname.
Three or four know the email address that I reserve for special communications. (It has a completely different name, which is not mine either.)
I think one person knows the name of the city where I live.
No one knows my phone number.
Until last month, I was much more free with potentially identifying information, including clear photographs of my face. I had a disconcerting exchange with someone who had a very strong personal reaction to something I posted casually and with no specific intent. The intensity and emotion of the conversation rattled me a bit, so I've pulled the veil over myself a little more.
Ray Charles
Patrick Stewart
Thomas Jefferson
P.S. If Spike Lee is anywhere on the plane, I'm getting off. Same for Steve Jobs. I require an asshole-free flying experience.