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It’s quick.
It’s easy.
And it doesn’t cost anything. What have you got to lose?
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The first one that came to my mind?
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Does anyone even take bubble baths anymore?
Your turn… what commercial slogan is stuck in your head today?
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Let’s play.
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You don’t have to, but you should.
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Aside from every phone number of every place I have ever lived?
This:
Abou Ben Adhem
BY LEIGH HUNT
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
“What writest thou?”—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.”
“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,”
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, “I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men.”
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.
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If you know me, you know I’m one of the least religious people you’re ever apt to meet, but my late mother was forced to memorize that poem as a child and recited it ad nauseam during my formative years. Why it has remained firmly implanted in my brain I have no idea… but there it is. Uselessly taking up space.
So how about you? What useless thing are you storing in your grey matter…
Products you don’t need, except for Mark.
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I have a shelf full of cookbooks I never use. Some are low calorie, some are comfort food, some are Italian, some are French. None of them however, are from Sing Sing.
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With all due respect to Goose, I think I’ll pass.
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Do I need to play Bingo with various shaped feces?
I do not. Nope. Not ever.
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If someone gave me this? I would probably do just the opposite and lob it at their head.
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Now where was this when I was young? Talk about missed opportunities. Damn.
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And finally, something for Mark, aka Swinged Cat, aka Madtown Migrant, aka Mark My Words…. who, for some unfathomable reason likes to eat this canned abomination. Throw them with abandon my friend. Personally, I’d rather eat the dice.
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Let’s play.
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You might even enjoy it. Stranger things have happened, trust me.
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This one is going to be fun. Here are some of the creative answers I found with the question :
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And a few of my own :
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She fell in love with a carpenter and now she gets nailed.
She fell in love with a fisherman and was instantly hooked.
She fell in love with a janitor and got swept away.
She fell in love with a farmer and enjoys getting plowed.
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Your turn!
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Let’s play.
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You know you want to.
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I’m not sure I can top Benjamin but here goes…
1. A Single Samurai.
Even Kurosawa would have had a time with that.
2. Star War.
After the appearance of Jar Jar, this might have been a good thing.
3. The Grape of Wrath.
And I thought it wasn’t possible that film could be any more depressing.
4. One Angry Man.
They’re everywhere these days, so that doesn’t seem to be much of a stretch.
5. Edward Scissorhand.
Try and trim a topiary with that Ed.
Your turn!
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Let’s play.
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It won’t take much time.
I promise.
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This is an easy one for me. Calves liver with onions. My parents were fans, but I’ve been known to run screaming from the room at the mere sight of it. Basically any organ meat will elicit a similar reaction, but my mother cooked this on a regular basis so I had lots of practice avoiding it.
Liver tonight? Gee mom, I can’t. Softball practice.
Liver? Sorry mom, art club meeting.
Dessicated cow organs? I’d love to… but the circus is in town and they need a new elephant handler.
Any excuse would do. But she got wise after a while and decided to force me to eat it one night. Silly woman, thinking she could out stubborn 10 year old me.
She served dinner… I ate the potatoes and vegetables and left the liver untouched. She told me I would eat it. I told her I would not. She said I couldn’t get up from the table until it was gone. I said no problem and settled in for the night. If I wouldn’t eat it freshly cooked and hot did she really think I’d eat it cold and congealed?
The war of wills had begun, but after an hour and a half my father… ever the peacemaker…. let our notorious food stealing beagle in the back door and I ( accidentally, of course ) dropped my plate on the floor.
Bye bye liver.
My mother lost that battle and never tried to force me to eat it again. She did continue to serve it though.
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How about you? What meal haunted your childhood dinner table…
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Let’s play.
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Because it won’t take long, and you’re already here.
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All of you know where I’m from, but I’ll start.
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Our state’s best selling beer from its most popular brewery. Also currently on tap in the man cave/Barn Mahal.
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Your turn…
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Let’s play.
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It won’t burn any calories, but who are you kidding? You weren’t going to exercise anyway.
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Humphrey Bogart will always be Sam Spade.
Alec Guinness will always be Obi Wan Kenobi.
Anthony Hopkins will always be Hannibal Lecter.
Marlon Brando will always be The Godfather.
Tim Curry will always be Dr. Frank-n-Furter.
Your turn!
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Let’s play.
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Not everyone will be able to participate in this game, but you can always stick around to read the comments.
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1976 Plymouth Fury. She wasn’t pretty…
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But she was a behemoth with a powerful V-8.
I was 16, dating a much older man who drove me and my girlfriends around whenever we wanted to drink and get loud. Looking back, it wasn’t exactly kosher…. but not much of my teenage years was.
We had the radio cranked up, flying down some long deserted country road we’d never travelled before. My guy was driving dangerously fast, not that we realized it at the time… and then poof. The road disappeared from under us as we crested a hill we didn’t know was there.
Airborne? You betcha. We landed with a thud, broke the frame of the car and were damned lucky we lived to tell the tale.
I saw the speedometer reach 115+ … so I’m counting it.
How about you?
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Let’s play.
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It won’t strain your brain, I promise.
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I love how’s there’s nothing unequivocal here. When, not if. Yay for me.
What will I never stop eating?
I won’t say burgers…. because there will always be wagyu beef.
I won’t say pizza… because there will always be artisanal pies with truffles.
So I’ll go with one of my guilty, rarely admitted pleasures.
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I confess, I’m all about the San Francisco treat. When the husband is away or eating elsewhere? I’ve been known to simmer up a package and eat the whole thing in one sitting.
But I do add freshly steamed broccoli, I’m not a heathen.
How about you… What aren’t you giving up after your bank account expands?
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