Thoughts I've thunk while sippin' at a cup of tea and reading something provoking, often get dropped here for the benefit of humanity and my own hubris.
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On my way home from a meeting, I stopped at the store to pick up a few groceries (its amazing how much faster you can shop without the rest of the family). As I was leaving the checkout counter, the bagger was cleaning up and found one of those disposable coffee cups with a lid, and asked me if it was mine.
Wanting to be entertaining, but never good on my feet, I said, “If it is full, hot and what I want, I’ll have some.” Of course it wasn’t until after those words left my mouth and started hovering there in the air that I realized that I had just uttered the strangest euphemism… ever.
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On a totally unrelated note … this article about raising shrimp just freaked me out. I mean, besides the fact that I’m allergic to shrimp, they’ve always appeared to me to be nothing but giant cockroaches that live in the ocean …
So, when this lady talks about raising shrimp to eat, I raised an eyebrow, but could understand her motivation, but when she said:
I like to swim with my darlings. Wearing my ivory-colored two-piece, I slide into one of the tanks and swim gentle laps. I love the feel of thousands of shrimp flowing over my body, their little legs flicking lightly against my skin.
That just gave me the willeys.
Comment posted on Tuesday, 20 January 2004
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