They didn't have the chapstick I wanted at rite-aid and for a few seconds I was seriously frozen - in some sort of Fear or Terror and did not what to do. Like I was lost because my whole life was riding on getting a tube of herbal answer.
I snapped out of it and wondered what the hell happened, grabbed an alternate brand and went and paid the strange little woman with the cute accent and the giant black hair/octopuss on her head from Maine.
I'm not even that passionate about chapstick.
That was some odd stuff.
CHAPSTICK!
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- "I'm a Saint. Mother Theresa's got Nothing on me. I rescue kittens out of trees and help Seniors cross the street...other than that I'm fairly Vain, Empty and kinda Slutty."
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1 comments:
Hey-I feel the same way about Herbal Answer.
If you can't be passionate about Chapstick, what can you be passionate about? The Christ?
I think not!
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