Why is it that you go to therapy to make yourself feel better, you spend an hour talking about horrible crappy things, and then you leave feeling worse? If I want to feel bad about myself, I could just look at myself naked in a mirror, jump up and down a few times and pocket the $100 bucks.
Pouring small amounts of liquid has never been so sensual.
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So everyone was all, like, “You have to get A Platter of Figs, it’s the best new cookbook ever, it babysits my kids and re-caulked my bathtub and helped me lose 47 pounds in 7 days without even trying.” And I was all, like, “I’m not spending thirty bucks on a book with a recipe for tomatoes that is ‘slice tomatoes and sprinkle with salt, the end.'” I’d spend twenty on that book, tops.
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