The only thing that wakes me up each evening, is the knowledge that I’m going to jump so far out of my comfort zone, that I’ll probably end up in a church. Sure, I’ll be mocked because I haven’t got a clue where I am or where I’m supposed to be going but at least I’m living life to the best of someone else’s ability. Who here among us, has a clue where they’re going and how they’re going to get there? Actually, don’t answer that ’cause I don’t want to know. Who here among us, hasn’t a clue where they’re going and how they’re going to get there? I’m off to eat Marco’s wings and fries. See you on the other side:
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Marco also poisoned the fries so you would die if you ate one! Maybe Marco is a little paranoid, or else he came from a large family.
I know I shouldn’t respect Marco but I do!
Marco had more fries than I had friends on FB but that all changed and I’m not hungry anymore!
LOL! I love that Marco COUNTED the fries. I have a picture of a bakery box with the same threat. I wasn’t as brave as you. ~n