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My brother and I have weird conversations. Case in point --

Bryan: (out of the blue) Huh. That would be weird.
Me: What?
Bryan: Watching a giraffe throw up. That'd take forever! He'd probably die of old age halfway through.

This is my gene pool, ladies and gents.

Oh, and I just realized that I'm wasting a brain cell remembering the opening song to "Just One of the Guys". Damn it. That brain cell was probably holding the cure for cancer or something. Stupid Comedy Central, destroying humanity's future one crappy 80s comedy at a time.

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Just got finished watching "Trading Spaces" a little bit ago. Again. God only knows why. I seriously think they should do a crossover between "Trading Spaces" and the movie "Gladiator," if only because I'd like to see Hildi torn apart by wild animals and Kia chopped in half by a runaway chariot.

(I don't really want them dead. Honest. Just laid up for months upon months in Dr. Frankenstein's lab as he stitches them back together again. I don't think that's too much to ask, do you?)

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My cat just walked by with one of my thongs dangling from his neck. Oh, great. Now he's not only stealing my underwear, he's wearing it, too. Okay, I'll accept his alternative lifestyle, but I'll be damned if he thinks he'll be borrowing my lipstick.

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Dude, I'm all over metaquotes like Kobe Bryant on a cheerleader! *user shopping-carts around the room* Thanks, kielle, mayatawi, and tree220 ... you guys rock. :)

(So, by the way, does anybody else who ever put me up there whom I'm never got to thank. 'Cause that's just too freaking cool.)

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As a native Pennsylvanian, this just about killed me. :) Ain't it the truth?