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Damn it! I'm too full to finish my lamb leg!
On a side note, should've stewed it instead of just throwing it in the slow cooker.
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If I was born in New Brunswick but spent the first year of my life in Nova Scotia which would count as my homeland?
In all of the universe there is only one person with your exact charateristics. Just like there is only one person with everybody else's characteristics. Effectively, your uniqueness makes you pretty average.
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new brunswick
next question!
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Thought so. All of the french people that I know get sick at the smell of lamb.
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Oh, the question. Do all french people (genetic, not primary language) hate lamb?
In all of the universe there is only one person with your exact charateristics. Just like there is only one person with everybody else's characteristics. Effectively, your uniqueness makes you pretty average.
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yes, lamb is inherently not french and, as such, their french genes reject it from a molecular level
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Lamb may not be french but lame is.
In all of the universe there is only one person with your exact charateristics. Just like there is only one person with everybody else's characteristics. Effectively, your uniqueness makes you pretty average.
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I hate it when people call my hair brown. It's blond. Dirty blond, but blond. I don't dye it when it gets to a certain length, no, it's just contrasted less against my skin.
In all of the universe there is only one person with your exact charateristics. Just like there is only one person with everybody else's characteristics. Effectively, your uniqueness makes you pretty average.
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If I make any stupid comments in the next little while it's because of a porn virus.
In all of the universe there is only one person with your exact charateristics. Just like there is only one person with everybody else's characteristics. Effectively, your uniqueness makes you pretty average.
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I'm sure I was insane while on ritalin. I talked to squirrels, cried about the injustice we've done them, and sat in the backyard holding stale bread for hours on end, like a statue, waiting for a chance to encounter one of the supreme beings that are squirrel.
Once my dad walked into my bedroom and I just started screaming and flailing, backed myself into a corner and wouldn't let anybody touch me. I was kicking and crying - screaming like I was being eaten by an animal and feeling the emotions I hadn't felt since my tantrum days. And I had no idea why. My dad's a jerk but he never hit me or anything. I was just MADNESS. I'd be sitting in class or walking around and waves of horrid emotion would grip my organs and make me so weak I'd have to sit down. This lasted as long as I was on ritalin and for about a year afterward. Then it was the slaws of welbutrin, celexa, pycnogenol, and a few others. Yeah, I know I could have qualified as insane back then. I also believed in demons, ghosts and immaterial things having value. Like the number of times I performed a useless action were adding up somewhere and changing the universe. I even thought that thinking about these crazy things made me special, like if anyone would even be given the keys to reality it would be me. Ah, to be a teenager again!
No, you are not mad. Just poisoned. And mad.
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