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“What I went for were things that I couldn’t afford. Expensive things. The big payoff for me was actually possessing whatever it was I had stolen. It wasn’t the act, necessarily. Ofttimes I would have to get intoxicated to get loose enough to be able to do it right. Apart from that, I really enjoyed having something in my apartment that I had wanted and gone out and taken. The fantasy that accompanies and generates… The anticipation that precedes the crime is always more stimulating than the immediate aftermath of the crime itself.”
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Today, I fucked up… by not knowing that the red stuff around a slice of bologna was plastic
Pretty much for my entire life, since I was a child I’ve loved bologna. One of my favorite things was always a peanut butter & bologna sandwich. However much I loved the taste of bologna though, I always dreaded eating the red band around the bologna. I thought it was a part of the bologna! Nobody ever told me that it wasn’t, sadly. Every time I would eat it, also, I would soon thereafter have stomach pains. But I loved the taste so much, so that was an okay tradeoff I guess.
Anyways, I’m 25 now, and a few weeks ago I was making me one of my beloved PB&J + Bologna sandwiches within presence of a friend of mine. After making it, they’re like, “What the hell? You eat the plastic?” And I was stunned. I was like, what the hell are you talking about? They told me that it was plastic around the bologna and not to eat it. I removed it, and was absolutely amazed at how much better it tasted. Ever since, I can actually eat bologna without the stomach aches that accompany it. I feel embarrassed that I didn’t learn this until a quarter of a century of my life. I had to share, because stupidity sells.
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Siberian Bear Hunting Armor
Studded all over with 1-inch iron nails about ¾ inches apart.I put this on when family comes over
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