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I want Orange, thanks.

I always thought they were chopped oak trees, because of the professor’s name and all. It’s funny how kid logic just connects things and you never even think about the conclusions until asked about them.

And I seem to recall a few times where one of the various flash-like characters ate a huge amount of food without thinking about it. Wally ate a 3-5 gallon tub of ice cream that had been meant for someone’s birthday, if I recall.

Brb, gotta cheerfully say “you’re so bad!” to the ole partner and give it a whole new meaning when being flirtatious.

It’s definitely place-by-place. One of my friends works there, and he shudders at the thought of having to change locations from the one he is at to one 5 miles away, saying there are horror stories. Meanwhile his job preparing sandwiches is more relaxing than a fast food joint.

Hell, my record is 29 hours straight, to pick up a friend from the airport. We then went on a vacation to a snow resort, but still, primary purpose was to pick him up from the airport. Good times.

It’s probably something like .00001% of their revenue, really. I’m always amazed at how a gas station has people fanboying over it, and is always full.

I’m sure I’d be screwed. Just by the nature of the internet, someone in the various posts would find something that would enrage them enough to hunt me down and throw a cocktail at my house. Even if only one person in a million is insane and bent on revenge, overall I have enough posts that they’d come in contact with it. I’d for sure lose my job, since we have seen it happen on social media sites with folks’ real names attached.

Luckily, most of the comments I’ve made have been on sites that have permanently shut down, so I would escape the worst of my years becoming public knowledge.

Now, if it wasn’t just me, I’m sure I’d be lost in the relatively blase nature of my comments.

I think it was something like $30 out of my brother’s wallet. Boy did I get in trouble for that one. In my defense, he had just left it lying on top of his bed’s side table! You can’t expect a five year old to not steal $30 out of a wallet just lying on a side table in a room with a closed door!

I don’t even know what I spent it on, thinking back. Probably those little styrofoam airplanes you could put together from the little store out in the country that was nearby.

People revel in their stupidity. I have to hold conversations with several family members regularly where my jaw hits the floor as they refuse to put even the slightest thought into the things they do everyday. Just today I tried to explain the simplest of ideas of a browser and they won’t even listen.

STAR, or even the simple approval voting? They fall into the ‘but one vote!’ statement so fast that it leaves a crater.

Does it fall somewhere between a stutter and the ‘ke ke ke’ of my manga reading youth?

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Toast is bread.