'How did this happen... I got myself into
- 'How did this happen... I got myself into this mess, though, now I just need to get out.' I thought to myself, looking down at the chocolaty mess covering my new dress.
- I decided to make the best of it and filled the tub with molten chocolate and took a bath in the dress. When my date arrived he was shocked at my appearance but
- he arrived covered in a peanut-butter tux. Our Reeses motif signaled we were destined for each other. He offered his arm and we went to the prom.
- People thought my date was old because he wore a top hat, a monocle and insisted on being referred to as Mr. Peanut. But I was 17 and in Mississippi that means
- "old enough", so my scheme of making a living on a statutory rape settlement would have to be scrapped. Next thing I knew, I was in Mr. Peanut's bed. My breath clouded his monocle
- as I whispered in Mr. Peanut's ear, "Crunchy or...creamy?" I felt Mr. Peanut stiffen under me. "I want to stick to the roof of YOUR mouth!" Mr. Peanut groaned. I admit, it was nutt
- nutella can be hazel for us & god, amen. The crowd simply just cried & said, "I will kill you for me & the sushi nextdoor that I've eaten, for two months, but died. Christ, I love
- nutella and marshmallow sandwiches smeared with chocolate sauce and topped with whipped cream and cherries on top. Sometimes I pour honey on it but then it gets all sticky.
- -- I rolled the page out of the typewriter and added it to the stack. My dissertation was finished! I would break for the weekend and get loaded at Last Chance, but then it was
- time for me to crash in my bed and hibernate for another year. Finishing your dissertation does that sort of thing to you.
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- 2012-06-24 23:01:16
- Finished
- 2013-10-22 16:03:45
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