No, I am not a racist, but I know this fact to be true. The devil is white. I know it, because I recently threw him out of my house. Yes, kicked him to the curb, as well as everything that resembled and reminded me of him. Now I find myself longing for him, wishing I hadn't reacted so rashly. But he has brought me nothing but despair. So, I try to bury my desires with thoughts of a sweeter - I mean- better way of life.
My white devil.... sugar.
What's yours?
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3 comments:
too many to list here.
but... I think after you kicked him out, he came to find me in Chicago. Ack, the food here.
Oooooo...I'll bet there's some good stuff there!
do you know how the words "expense account" affect my will power?!
;-)
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