"You've gotta deal with the shit if you wanna be the shit."
'Mc' and 'Premium' don't belong in the same sentence. I probably won't ever get a cup of McCafe Premium Roast Coffee...but I'll accept 7-11 in a bind.
I tend to put other people before myself. Case in point: I happily eat the mutant peanut M&M's. I feel nobody else will. They also have twice the peanut to chocolate ratio, which is clearly healthier. It's all about what's inside.
I am the tallest person in my family, which REALLY isn't saying much.
I get along best with east coaster's (New Yorker's especially). I enjoy fast talking and people who can comprehend fast talkers…as I tend to ramp up in speed when excited…and I'm quite excitable.
I don't throw the dice too much when dancing…but when I do, you know they're coming up seven.
I refer to all cute dogs as puppies, regardless of age. Unless they're those rare arthritic and smelly fuckers. I call them the dogs they are and wash my hands after giving them a thorough petting. The insanely ugly (one comes to mind) I treat extra special, see above M&M reasoning.
I LOVE my career, yet often entertain the idea of switching to either a tram tour guide at Universal or a jungle cruise captain at Disneyland.
Any time I read 'Come on!' I hear it in the voice of Gob Bluth.
I'm not a dentist, but if I was I'd be the 1 out of 5 that never agrees with the other 4 just to keep those sugar free gum fuckers innovating.
My dating life slowed once I realized what I'm looking for.