She's the northwestel lady who helped me reclaim my phone line from the westmark my first winter here. Still just showing that crappy phone company who's the boss of rules.
Way to go Petra. Way to do it for the proletariat.
This phone call, in addition to nostalgia, also brought news of a late-night phone plan discount we apparently have, which will prove useful in calling people at inappropriate hours i am sure.
I am not comfortable with A & W's recently marketed "Uncle Burger".
I would just plain never be able to order that.
Uncle.
Burger.
creepy...
Also in up-to-the-minute marketing news, Risk has a Godstorm version that seeks to take risk back to an older, more mythic time when Gauls and Phoenicians could just hack each other apart with axes to satisfy their pagan gods. perfect for avoiding conversations about race and nationalism in a current context!
i would like to inflict a godstorm someday in this lifetime. we'll see.
maybe now a photostorm instead. that's a storm i can muster.
gotsta tag your school with a math equation.
the keno glows like a ghost, man
night service.
pomp n' formalities.
wintertime.
a lovely cheese pizza just for me.
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