For some reason, my Scandinavian ancestors never got around to plundering their way onto the beaches of Venice, California. Minus a horned helmet, my viking blood is telling me that my long standing familiarity to below zero weather and bulky clothing is about to change. Feel free to read my general mishaps in culture shocks as I explore California.
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you are a liar you love that little hand and its products
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Anonymous, at 1:23 PM
Listen. I said I distrusted the food product, not that I don't eat it. Hamburger Helper is like hot sex with a perfect stranger. Preferably Belki.
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Venice Viking, at 3:10 PM
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