In the spirit of one Saliha "sallybunker" Gul Baloch, who often said, "Abu's gone. Gotta act like him."
So,
"Sally's gone. Life is like a box of chocolates. Except they are all mint chocolate chocolates. And I know what I'm gettin."
Sometimes I wonder how my brain justifies my trains of thought. It's like the little cars are cuttin each other and cuttin each other, and you miss some of em along the way, and its like.. DANG I'm in the engine room already! And this place is MESSED UP!
But I love messed up...
Oh go back into the frying pan, Peter.
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