There are givers of advice, and then there are givers of "advice." One is way more fun than the other. I'd let you be the judge, but what if you judged wrong? Then where would I be?
Anyway, if you think straight answers are... how should I say this... dim witted, then feel comforted knowing the Dear Miss Eliza is here for people like you. (Yes, my full psyeudonymic name is Dear Miss Eliza. You know what that means? Miss is my middle name. Think about that for a while.)
So you know how everyone gets lazy when it comes to thinking? Well, I hired a mouse to do all mine for me. His name is Doug and he's been injected with a human form of breast cancer. The rodent keeps trying to convert me to catholisism. But what's really funny si that even though he's in charge of my thinking, I'm still not Catholic. So I think he might be defective. That would explain a lot of my thoughts, now that I think about it. This topic may deserve more research.
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Nuts. 507.
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