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By General Foods International. I know this stuff is probably bad for you, like a McDonalds McGriddle Cake breakfast, but it is absolutely scrumptious. I can't drive down to the coffee shop for the espresso like I want...nay...DESERVE.... so I have to settle for something I can make here. Sure, one taste of the flavor blast explosion that is French Vanilla Cafe might be the equivalent of smoking 5 packs of cigarettes while downing 2 bottles of No-Doze, but it gets me through the day. It doesn't have that bitter taste, and brings back to that morning in Paris, at that sidewalk cafe, and her torn black dress, her smeared makeup, and the velvet handcuffs. I'm not recommending this, just sharing a special moment.

You gotta enjoy the expression on the face.

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Here is one for the Birfday Girl: 38_MwcGDNhQ

happy birthday Kat (was it yesterday?). Thanks for letting me borrow your crutches. They are way betting than crawling in the dirt.

i have had several desks....serial mahogany

DeChristo, do you know what a shitwolf is?

We're only visitors.

Well, another very sad moment.

Today is the last day you'll be this old. Tomorrow you'll be older. Stumbling, fumbling...using a cane. Fewer situps..pushups.

If you could find it, in your mind (whats left of that), to post. You hand is deep in your pants.

You were serious. But now you're saying what the heck. Driving around in the little white car again. Where is the loyalty? The bond that we have...its a sham.

You should be getting up now. Its 9:21. You're married to eternal sleep, aren't you? As far as being with the intelligence...well no one said you were too smart for the room like me. But you were in the room.

i can't believe it. its 9:17 now. do me a favor, I've been waiting for a while now, trying to make contact. do me a favor and post. just a short message. it would behoove you to make this gesture at this time. You might be receiving a little something in the mail.

Hi. This is Ross Perot.

Just rode in my pinto. I'll be hanging around the ole happy days saloon for a little while. suck up a little whiskey. maybe go upstairs and give belle starr a little twirl.

Its 9:09. Thursday. October 25. I still haven't heard from you.

Are we dealing with illness? Is it the prostate again?

I'm moving to the outskirts of Waco and waiting for an even bigger fire.

Pull the chain on your head and flush your mind.

Its 9:04. Have you gone to bed? Have you curled up in the car again?

Friday I'll be going downtown to do the thing in the cave with the man. I'd like to get together and see what the expression on the face is.

I'll be driving in tight circles in the Little White Car. Till I'm shot at.