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  <title>sugar snatch - Plinky Answers</title>
  <updated>2010-07-30T13:34:18-05:00</updated>
  
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    <title>The No-Fail Way to Make Me Roll My Eyes </title>
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          <p>My sister.  Ugh</p><br />
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    <title>My Favorite Comfort Food</title>
    <updated>2010-07-29T07:48:36-05:00</updated>
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          <p>I&#39;ve had to really think about this question, Plinky.  I read the prompt this morning and pondered all day long.  I even looked up &quot;comfort food&quot; on dictionary.com and it told me comfort food was: n food that is enjoyable to eat and makes the eater feel better emotionally.  <br/>( <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/comfort+food" rel="nofollow">http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/comfort+food</a> )<br/> <br/>Equiped with that definition, I began going through some choices.  Mac N Cheese, Mashed Potatoes, Thanksgiving Dinner at my parent&#39;s house, a new dessert.  All of these are wonderful and will probably produce an &quot;mmm&quot; from me while I take the first bite, but I couldn&#39;t associate the &quot;feel better emotionally&quot; part of the definition with any of those foods.  <br/> <br/>On my way home, it occurred to me.  My comfort food isnt really a food.  It&#39;s a drink.  <br/> <br/>M.A.R.G.A.R.I.T.A.<br/></p><br />
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  As soon as I thought of the word, I felt a joy inside me and I knew what I was to write about!<br/> <br/>So, I fixed myself the perfect Margarita...<br/>  I filled my glass 1/2 way with ice.  <br/>  I poured the rest of my Master of Mixes in, about 3/4ths of the way up.  <br/>  Opened the freezer to see my buddy laying in the door - &quot;Jose Cuervo, how was your day?&quot;<br/>  Jose filled the rest of the cup.<br/>  Some salt on top.<br/>  Stir with straw.<br/> <br/>As I take my first sip, I closed my eyes.  Yes, this is the &quot;feel better emotionally&quot; part of the definition.  No matter how crappy my week has been, no matter how frustrated the morons at work made me feel, no matter how long it took to drive home today, I felt...calm and happy.<br/> <br/>Sitting here now at the computer, sipping on the materpiece I made and listening to the Dropkick Murphys, life is terrific.  Margaritas remind me of great times - cards on a sunporch on summer night with friends, mexican dinners dreaming up the future, 2am talks on the kitchen floor with my best friend, rocking out with my favorite bands on stage and sex.<br/> <br/>Yes, my Dears, Margaritas are my comfort food.<br/>
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    <title>My Dream Vacation</title>
    <updated>2010-07-27T11:22:59-05:00</updated>
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  I have always wanted to go somewhere that has one of the bars in the water!  
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    <title>What Keeps Me Up at Night</title>
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          <p>I&#39;m pretty lucky - I can sleep anytime/anywhere.  I once slept under a table in a bar while waiting for my then husband&#39;s band to start playing.  I wasn&#39;t passed out, just sleeping.<br/><br/>But, if something is going to cause me to be restless in the bed it&#39;s the need for sex.  I&#39;ll toss and turn and huff and puff until I get some - either from my real boyfriend or my battery operated one.<br/></p><br />
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    <title>Friend Numero Uno</title>
    <updated>2010-07-23T07:12:33-05:00</updated>
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          <p>Ha!  Not sure this is the best picture, but it made me laugh.</p><br />
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  Easy question!  William.  He&#39;s my best friend because he&#39;s wonderful.  He knows me better than ANYONE else.  He knows my deepest thoughts and understands me.  He may not always agree with my choices, but he understands.  We want the best possible life for each other.  William deserves to be happy and I know he wants the same for me.<br/><br/>We encourage each other to make crazy decisions and follow our dreams.  William is one of a kind.  He&rsquo;s supportive, but honest.  He&rsquo;s a strong person and I admire him.<br/><br/>William&#39;s the best drinking buddy I&#39;ve ever known!  We get loud and filthy and I love it!  My boyfriend and his husband break us up because we&rsquo;re having too much fun for them.  (fun blockers!)<br/><br/>He&rsquo;s just&hellip;outstanding. <br/><br/>I love William and I&rsquo;m so happy that he&rsquo;s in my life.<br/>
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  We had him Freshman year in High School for Algebra.  I do not remember his name - just the growth on the side of his face that distracted us.  He told my friend she wasn&#39;t smart.  He berated all in the class.  And to top it all off...he told me I couldn&#39;t be an astronaut because I work glasses.  What an Asshole.
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    <title>Would I Survive No Internet for a Whole Month? </title>
    <updated>2010-07-20T07:40:16-05:00</updated>
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          <p>No, absolutely not.  I couldn&#39;t live without the internet for a whole month.  Unless it disappeared from existence.  I give into temptations too easily &ndash; that&rsquo;s why I stopped giving something up for Lent and I&rsquo;ve never made a New Years Resolution.  I&rsquo;ve even blogged about my obsession:  <a href="http://sugarsnatch.wordpress.com/2010/07/08/help-i-cant-stop/" rel="nofollow">http://sugarsnatch.wordpress.com/2010/07/08/help-i-cant-stop/</a><br/></p><br />
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          <p>we burst out in song and perfectly choreographed dance!  Yes, I&rsquo;ve always wished life was more like a Broadway musical or movie.  Think about how happy they look on stage singing and dancing through life.  Even the tough times are better when they&rsquo;re singing and dancing.<br/><br/>Think about it&hellip;</p><br />
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  Puberty stories were much more enjoyable in A Chorus Line and they ended with that awesome ONE! song in the glitter and gold and kicks.<br/><br/>Vacation stories from your co-workers would be more interesting if they were more like Summer Nights in Grease.<br/><br/>Everyone feels more comfortable with alternative lifestyles while watching Tim Curry sing and suggest during Sweet Transvestite in The Rocky Horror Picture Show.<br/><br/>You root for teenage sex while singing along to Do It For Our Country in Grease2.<br/><br/>Oh, and how fun is it to sing along with Bye Bye Birdie?  We love you Conrad, oh yes we do&hellip;<br/><br/>Medicating children is easier in Mary Poppins thanks to A Spoonful of Sugar.<br/><br/>Cannibalism isn&rsquo;t so gross with Sweeney Todd.<br/><br/>Court looks more exciting in Chicago than it did while I was on Jury Duty recently.<br/><br/>More people might attend Church if the Word of God was presented like Godspell or Jesus Christ Superstar.<br/><br/>I think we&rsquo;d all have less stress and massive calf muscles if we were to adopt this way of life.  <br/><br/>: )
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          <p>I wouldn&#39;t describe it as a mistake, but it was certainly something I wasn&#39;t supposed to do!</p><br />
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  My husband and I were split up.  We were on our way to a divorce and living separately.  There was no fixing our relationship/marriage.  But I&#39;m sure He would not feel that there was ever any reason I should have slept with his best friend. <br/><br/>He had about 5/6 close friends, but this one was the closest to him.  This friend was a great friend to my husband and me.  He was support when either of us needed him. <br/><br/>One night, while at work, we were emailing back and forth.  The usual - what are you doing tonight?  What&#39;s going on this weekend?  We didn&#39;t see each other often, but there was always a possibility since we hung out at the same bars.  He then sends me a message that says &quot;Go home.  I&#39;m coming over and I want to fuck you directly in the ass.&quot;  I remember the wording because it caught me off guard and I thought it sounded kinda weird.  I was freaking out!?!  What do I do?  I want to do it, but it&#39;s my husband&#39;s best friend.  But we&#39;re not together anymore, but it&#39;s my husband&#39;s best friend!<br/><br/>I was scared.  What could happen if we get caught?  What if he&#39;s just messing with me and then he tells my husband?  What would the rest of our friends think/do?<br/><br/>I took a deep breath and replied &quot;I&#39;ll be home in 45 minutes.&quot;<br/><br/>My heart was pounding in my ears the whole way home.  I was excited about what was about to happen, but terrified of the consequences.<br/><br/>He got to my place right on time and it was exhilarating to be standing there, looking at each other, knowing we were about to have sex.  He smirked and said &quot;It&#39;s cute you put on lipstick.  It&#39;s coming right off&quot; and dove right into kissing me.  It was amazing; I had always wondered what it would be to kiss him, to feel him against me.  We wasted little time getting our clothes off and into the bed.  Twice, in the middle of everything, we gave each other a very serious look and said &quot;no way, no how, no matter how guilty you feel after this, no matter what kind of understanding relationship you think you have with him, you are NEVER EVER allowed to tell him.  He&#39;d be crushed and quite possibly could kill us.&quot;  <br/><br/>It was so wrong, but that&#39;s why it felt so good.  It was so bad and naughty and I didn&#39;t want it to stop.<br/>
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          <p>Oh, yeah!  I want my iPod to work in my car again!  I lost that ability...more details in my blog post at:<br/><br/><a href="http://sugarsnatch.wordpress.com/2010/06/23/sons-of-bitches/" rel="nofollow">http://sugarsnatch.wordpress.com/2010/06/23/sons-of-bitches/</a><br/></p><br />
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          <p>We had an awesome Religion Teacher in High School - Sister Mary.  She was funny and even admitted that she used to smoke as a young sister!  Here are a few nuggets of wisdom she passed along to us...</p><br />
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  1.  Never kiss a boy unless you know his Confirmation Name.<br/><br/>2.  Never chew gum in Church or during an interview.<br/><br/>3.  Oh, to see, as I, on this occasion.  (This was to help us remember how to spell the word - O CC AS I ON.)<br/><br/>4.  You should always pray for your mother and celebrate HER on your birthday.  After all, she did all the work.  You had the easy part.
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  Damn Gina!  (from TV Show Martin)<br/><br/>Give me the keys, Lisa (from The Simpsons)<br/><br/>Can&#39;t Sleep.  Clowns will eat me (from The Simpsons)<br/><br/>Whatev-a!  I do what I want (from South Park)<br/><br/>Fuck you, Ms Daisy (from Role Models)<br/><br/>I was so jazzed about sobering up and starting a new life, I had to stop at a bar to get drink just to calm down. (from Glee)<br/><br/>So are you free to date? And by date I mean sleep with people, and by sleep with I mean have sex with people, people like me. (from Glee)<br/><br/>I think my Cat is reading my diary.  (from Glee)
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  I&#39;m not as comfortable in anything else as I am in the nude.  
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          <p>I&#39;d love to make a mixed tape for a road trip!  It would need to be a long drive cause I&#39;d have way too many songs I&#39;d want to put on it.  Since I&#39;m limited here, I picked three good ones that I always love to sing/drive with...</p><br />
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    <title>I recommend getting a military man for a pet</title>
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  My husband and I divorced and that was easily the hardest goodbye I&#39;ve ever been apart of.  We were still in love, but both wanted completely different things out of life.
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    <title>What a wonderful penis ice sculpture you have there</title>
    <updated>2010-07-02T14:18:51-05:00</updated>
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  If my friend is starting an ice sculpture business, of course I would have her make a large penis for my next party.  
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/90631</id>
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    <title>My Dream Music Fest</title>
    <updated>2010-07-01T20:51:16-05:00</updated>
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            <p><strong>Southern Culture on the Skids</strong><br />
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  <p><strong>Flogging Molly</strong><br />
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  <p><strong>Dancehall Crashers</strong><br />
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  <p><strong>Boingo</strong><br />
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  <p><strong>P!nk</strong><br />
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  <p><strong>Teen Idols</strong><br />
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  <p><strong>Zac Brown Band</strong><br />
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  <p><strong>Black Eyed Peas</strong><br />
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  <p><strong>Queen</strong><br />
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  <p><strong>Cast of Glee</strong><br />
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  <p><strong>Bloodhound Gang</strong><br />
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  <p><strong>Bacon Brothers</strong><br />
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/90629</id>
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    <title>Your signature, please</title>
    <updated>2010-07-01T20:46:34-05:00</updated>
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  Hi, you may not remember me, but I work in the IT department.  I have a petition here for allowing margarita machines to replace the water coolers in the office.  I would appreciate your support...
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/90606</id>
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    <title>Conspiracy theory?</title>
    <updated>2010-07-01T19:55:16-05:00</updated>
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  I&rsquo;m not really sure this is a &ldquo;conspiracy theory&rdquo;, but&hellip;<br/><br/>I believe that the government has control over childhood favorites of those in my generation.  They continue to re-release things that we love like Smurfs, the Muppets, Strawberry Shortcake, the A-Team, etc. to make us feel that safety and happiness we should have lost due to the troops overseas, 9-11, and our disappearing social security.<br/><br/>We feel all warm and gooshy and remember how wonderful our childhood was to us.  We want to procreate so the joys are passed along; we want to spend the little money we have to purchase those memories again.<br/><br/>It&rsquo;s a false sense of security that I&rsquo;m happy to partake in &ndash; I loved my Wonder Woman Under-Roos!<br/>
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/90089</id>
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    <title>Don't let the channel fall on Friends or Seinfeld - 'cause we're gonna watch!</title>
    <updated>2010-06-30T18:50:00-05:00</updated>
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            <p><strong>Friends</strong><br />
  Come on, they're funny no matter how many times you see them.</p>
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  <p><strong>Seinfeld</strong><br />
  The jokes are funnier the more and more you hear/see them.  </p>
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/90081</id>
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    <title>Unlimited Resources...</title>
    <updated>2010-06-30T18:17:48-05:00</updated>
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  If I had unlimited resources today, you can bet your sweet ass I&#39;d TAKE OVER THE WORLD.  <br/><br/>If I had unlimited resources 8-9 years ago, I&#39;d build a Silver Spoons train in the office and hire a midget to drive it around delivering paperwork.  I wouldn&#39;t build that now because my staff is not as fun as it used to be and these people do not deserve that kind of happiness.<br/><br/>
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/90075</id>
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    <title>I really felt like a grown-up when...</title>
    <updated>2010-06-30T17:22:32-05:00</updated>
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  I remember feeling like the bottom had dropped out of myself.  <br/><br/>I had always thought that my parents were always right and had raised me into a wonderful young woman who was confident and tolerant and smart.<br/><br/>It wasn&#39;t when I started dating a much older man when I was only 18 - oh, they were not happy, but I understood their concern and felt their behavior was certainly validated.<br/><br/>It was when I had met the man I was going to marry.  He was beautiful, very intelligent and punk rocker to the core.  My parents were certainly not as charmed and in love with the man as I was.  My mother went as far as not even acknowleging his presence at times.<br/><br/>During the time we were dating, I started to notice a weird feeling that grew until it hit me square in my chest and took my breath away.<br/><br/>I realized that my parents weren&#39;t perfect.  Wha?  <br/><br/>I realized that my parents didn&#39;t make me into the person I had become.  I was confident because of the Girl Scout Leaders in my life.  I was tolerant because of the involvement I had with Youth Groups.  I was smart because of the teachers that took the time to challenge and notice me.  I was wonderful all on my own.  <br/><br/>Sure, I would rationalize and say to myself that my parents played the role of putting me in these particular groups and schools, but I couldn&#39;t shake the feeling that even though my parents were there, they did little to shape and raise me.<br/><br/>At that moment, I knew I was a grown-up.  I was no longer a wide-eyed child thinking her parents were infallible.  They were prejudiced and close minded and very different from myself.  I had developed my own thoughts, beliefs and feelings towards others that were not molded through my parents.<br/><br/>I, of course, have found in these past 12 years since then that I am indeed very much my parents&#39; child.  They are a part of me and I of them.  I am who I am because of them - no matter if it was directly or indirectly due to their personal actions.  At some point, it doesn&#39;t hurt to have a non-parental Hero.<br/>
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