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Name::MrV
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I fix things. Given my job, it is ironic that I get air sick. I have a strange perveresion for Frank Zappa music. I love my family. I love my motorcycle. I don't trust twinkies and fart sounds still make me laugh.
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Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Brain StewEver walk into a room to get something, and you forgot what you were in the room for? Here's some things I've done in recent months that as they mount, I'm getting worried:
As I started to brush my teeth I squirted hand soap on my toothbrush instead of tooth paste.
Tried to start my car with my house keys.
Applied underarm deodorant while my shirt was on.
While reaching climax with my wife accidentally screamed out my mother's name.
And just this afternoon I made a sandwich and as I was pressing the slices together prepared to wash the deli meat off my hands. After washing I attempted to dry my hands with the sandwich I just made!
You should ready yourself to read this blog to me as we are becoming "The Notebook."
Something gone wrong with my brain!