The cow is you

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I think I need to start a “real boobs” campaign. I’ll never claim to speak for the entire male population, but breast implants are incredibly disgusting and phony to me. Ick. Ick, ick, ick. YOU (women) are beautiful as you are, and putting life-threatening sacs of chemicals into your body will not make you any sexier. Hooray for real boobs.

I’ve decided to win the lottery and then build this incredibly cool housing structure with floor-sized apartment/condos for all my friends and also spaces for people who simply need a place to crash and every night would be a sleep over with lots of snacks and people in their pajamas. Also, the Dismemberment Plan would frequently stop by and rock our collective socks off, thus creating a hilarious scramble for everyone to reclaim their socks. Face to face will also stop by and Pete will teach me how to drum like a madman and I’ll be able to play encores with the guys. Dave Grohl will stop by too, but he’ll mostly just smoke and act cooler than everyone else. Also, Bill Hicks would come back from the dead and entertain us on a regular basis. There will also be several bagel shops and ice cream parlors within walking distance and they all will deliver 24 hours per day (and they can stay and play cribbage and ping pong with us if they like) and we’ll be big tippers. Who’s with me?

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[harleyquinn.livejournal.com]

It only makes sense, though I'd argue first crib for myself being a less experienced cribbager.