Revelation
I just counted and found I have 16 different kinds of mustard in my apartment. Sixteen kinds of mustard is just wrong. Other than that, I don't think I have 16 different kinds of food.
Labels: wrongness
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- Name: Camper English
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I'm a freelance writer of cocktails and spirits, and the author of Party Like a Rock Star: Even When You're Poor as Dirt.
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