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*BAM!* Death to pleurisy.
Saturday was my neighbor, E's birthday party. We had cake, and all the usual party stuff. E's friend A, whom I'd met a week or so ago, was there. E got a lot of new stuff for her room, so we helped her get it all in order.
"You know what...I'm just not going to even try to analyze my delicious box of Arby's curly fries. No, I'm just going to allow myself to experience the pure joy of something as perfect as a fry getting more perfect (perfect-er?} and more delicious by becoming...curly." LoL My brother works at Arby's now. When we stopped in Saturday to bother him, I saw a guy posing like this on the paper, that comes on your tray. I thought it was funny, so I imitated him, while numerous people looked at me like I was insane.