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Stream of Consciousness...

Warning: I have no clue what I am about to write and the ramblings of a genius can be quite confusing to those with IQs that would be competitive in a war of words with an otter or a 7 year old that failed head start.

I am amazing. Every day I realize that my level of awesomeness has no levees and no Corp of Engineers in this known galaxy can destroy enough spillways to stop my amazing aura from flooding Earth. That is awesome to know that you are that awesome.

You know who i feel sorry for? That little boy that has a single mother that looks like a super model or a video vixen and how awkward it is to be forced to just stand there in the mall or a store while man after man tries to hit on your mother. I mean you know whats going on and you know what they want but you are too little to just punch one of them in the face or cut off his pinky toe. Those boys have a hard knock life

Its always makes me feel bad when I bake something in a pyrex dish and forget to spray it with Pam and it sticks to the pan while baking. The food on top is great but it seems like you lost a loved one when you have to scrape that good food off the bottom of the pan. That food could have been a contender...

And how many times are you going to allow your kids to beg me for money? They selling baked hams, boxes of caramel and ranch flavored popcorn, ginger snaps, thin mints, smoked turkeys and McCormicks season salt. That is really out of hand. All throughout the school year these kids are peddling meat items and desserts.

Apple TV is one stupendous device. The design is flawless and the picture quality and streaming features are top-notch.If only the Iphone was built this well

I saw two girls fighting and it was very discouraging. So many women have dropped the mantle of womanhood and decided that manly deeds and the struggles of manhood are more to their liking. Women use to wear dresses to plow the fields and go to church. Now they wear jeans and pants all the time. Men want a woman that looks different from them, not a chick that has on the same tennis shoes and fitted cap as her man all the time. Its not a good look. Women used to have a time and place to be casual. Now a lot of them think that looking casual is great for any occassion. Its hard to have a chick that doesnt like to shop for heels and skirts and dresses. She always in Foot Locker and Champs. smh...

I mean who decided that a donut needed a hole in it. It had to have been some cost saving tactic because could you imagine someone grilling a burger and topping it with all the trimmings and then someone cut a hole in the middle? Reducing the amount of space a piece of food takes up does not enhance the flavor. If you don't believe me then cut a large hole in the middle of ya pizza and see if it gets more flavorful

I want a laptop with a core I7 sandy bridge processor and at least 12 GB of RAM...such a monster config. I could probably program ogres to build me a late model foreign sedan with that setup.

How do you tell someone that talks with a lot of spit in their mouth that there is usually a strand of saliva that attaches to their top and bottom teeth when they speak because they dont open their mouth wide enough to break its hold. I mean its not like they spit on you but that single thread of spit is disturbing to watch go up and down while they talk.

Allanon would own Gandalf. No way Gandalf and that mangy staff stop the last Druid of Paranor.

God doesnt like excuses. I mean its kind of ridiculous to say on one hand I believe that God will help me do anything possible and then tell God I couldnt do something because some problem came up. Just doesnt add up.

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