I like pepper! Pepper on everything! Lots of pepper! Whoo! Actually, I was introduced to the joys of pepper by my old roommate, Ed. Ed REALLY likes pepper. I couldn't really like pepper in the same house as Ed, cause the flow of pepper through our ecosystem would damage the nearby old growth pepper forests. Ed had special custom-ground nuclear death pepper in a gold cylindrical mechanism which actually hulled the peppercorns and toasted them internally before grinding them, so that they were 0-day fresh.Ok, ok, lying. He just liked pepper a lot. And now I like pepper. However, no matter how much I enjoy freshly ground pepper, if a person in a restaurant carrying a baseball bat-sized pepper grinder aims at my plate and asks if I would LIKE some, the answer is always "GET AWAY FROM ME WITH THAT THING".

Great, floss stuck between my teeth. I looooove flossing. I'm going to write a song about flossing. And a song about that crazy lady that lived across from me back when I had my first apartment in Hawaii. I could call it "Jeffrey's Body".

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kickstart my heart