The balding, four-eyed fellow stood up nervously in front of the crowd and stammered, "My name is David H. Birr, and
... and I'm a chocaholic."
Instead of chorusing, "Nice to meet you, David," the assembled members of Chocaholics Anonymous leaned forward avidly and asked, "Do you have
any on you?"
Alas, my mother, sister, and brother are enablers of my addiction. I got a lot of chocolate-based goodies (and some baklava, too) through www.harryanddavid.com. I also got, from my sister -- well, officially, from her eleven-year-old
daughter -- a $100 gift card for Borders. And my sister made fudge for Christmas dinner, and my niece made a cake, and I probably gained five pounds just
smelling the cake, it was that rich....
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
... and I'm a chocaholic."
Instead of chorusing, "Nice to meet you, David," the assembled members of Chocaholics Anonymous leaned forward avidly and asked, "Do you have
any on you?"
Alas, my mother, sister, and brother are enablers of my addiction. I got a lot of chocolate-based goodies (and some baklava, too) through www.harryanddavid.com. I also got, from my sister -- well, officially, from her eleven-year-old
daughter -- a $100 gift card for Borders. And my sister made fudge for Christmas dinner, and my niece made a cake, and I probably gained five pounds just
smelling the cake, it was that rich....
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.