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When it happens in stereo it makes you realise what the literal meaning of stereo-typing might be.
I'm glad I didn't say 2.4 children. But okay, I'm guilty too, with the barbie-doll pinups and the underlying implication of my assertions that the best woman to go out with is a fit woman. Then again, in the eye of the beholder the one you love is always the fittest of all, no matter what.
I repent, I repent. Still, at least I can wear a pink shirt. Blue is nice too. I reckon I'll add some shirts to the materialism thread when I remember - and some more nice ties, and another 2 suits. Ah vanity. Flavour. The spices and sugars of life... without them breakfast would be eggs, bread, tea, milk all chucked in a blender, with oranges, cereal, mash it up and eat it with a spoon or just stick face in bowl and munch like farmyard animal... but we're vain, us thinking talking monkeys... we need to toast the bread, fry the egg, have the cereal with milk, the tea with milk, the oranges in a glass. Mmm. I've just made myself really hungry.
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