Symptom: things seems all wrapped up; you know, predictable.
Cure: call that one chick, the one who has fingers for thumbs to remember that indeed, it ain't all that. Make a phone toast to what is good and remember to HAIL ALL ART TEACHERS.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
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Dearest Doctor Wild-
I made toast this morning and didn't have time to eat it. So, I placed it in an open container in the ice box. How should I proceed from here? Do I eat the toast tomorrow morning? What would Mohagoney do?
xox
D
Dear D,
For god's sake: EAT IT!!!
And then eat it again.
xo
drw.
I did! Thank you Dr. Wild!
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