Last night I had a dream a bunch of friends and I went out to eat in a restaurant (that doesn't exist) in a nearly abandoned strip mall near my house (which does exist).
My sister, who was not eating with us, stopped by and said
Ugly Kid Joe was there on a date and would I go with her to talk to him.
So we went and talked to him and she was spouting off Saturday Night Live skits to him and he was cracking up. I just stood there for moral support.
Speaking of m
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oral support, in slightly less traumatic terms, I've decided that now through the end of the year 10% of all sales will be donated to one of two non-profits: Farm Sanctuary and the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. One more way to give back!
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