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I learn good things from my Dad, and I learn bad things. He has taught me of patience and the values of being humble. Aside from all of the traits I aspire to achieve with the help of my pops, there are some not-so-wonderful traits of equal importance that I have learned from him that I do NOT want to be/have. The worst, his temper.
If I were a vengeful person (we all are in some respect) but if I were truly a harm-seeking, vengeful person, I would nail the offenders clothes to the floor. Each article, one by one, I would nail into the floor. The scattering of the clothes would resemble carpet. My insides are smiling at the thought :)
I can only put deodorant on once daily. I was taking I shower once and I got freshly applied deodorant on my fingers. After lathering the soap all over myself I realized the power of that blasted white stick I rub on my pits everyday to fill some social obligation. Deodorant is quite uncomfortable when rubbed in places that should naturally be wet...
I have nothing to say about practical. Because, to put it simply, I don't believe in practical. I mean, that's the practical thing.
They are stupid and useful only when a person needs something to kick with all their humanly mite. (might?) The last time I had a bunny I threw it into the balls at McDonalds and I never saw it again... Good thing.
I want a bunny so badly. I like the gray ones. with short spikey ears. I love how soft they are and how calm they are. They just rest in your arms like it's no body's business. GIVE ME BUNNIES!
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