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Originally Posted by Alex
Everything? OK! I'll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog... When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out... But the worst thing I ever done - I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.
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I confess I knew exactly what this quote was from once I got to the toupee part. VAM.
I confess that while I still work pretty hard it's definitely not the commitment I had before...and that even though I do come through for everyone I have grown a distaste for spending my hours here, away from my home and all the things I need to do there.
Apparently, I can only be enthused about one thing at a time.
I confess that I waddle a little more around people to show off the belly. I didn't realize I was doing it until I caught myself shifting my stride as someone suddenly walked past.
Oh, and I agree with LSPE - shirtless muscley men, meh.