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Wanta Fanta...Don't You WANTA!?!?
How did these bitches (I don't use that term lightly) find their way into theater pre-movie commercials and when will they please die? And whoever pioneered that concept of commercials in the cinema is a genius and a pigfucker.


Bonus Boredomkill of the day: Avoider.

To-Do List update:

Clean the Maple tree ranch out of the roof gutters.
Dig up the ugly-ass Holly bushes in the back yard.
Pour sidewalk through butterfly garden.
Build a firepit.
Requisition chainsaw and ladder and finish cutting back branches on the tree over the patio.
Install ceiling fan on front porch.
Plant Orange Jasmine and Chinese Juniper seeds and attempt Bonsai trees.
Trim hedges and shrubs.
Build a model train set that runs the perimeter of the porch's eaves.
Mail XBox to Oki.
Rewire guitar hardware.