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Thomas_Sam
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Name: Thomas
Gender: Male
Interests: Refinishing furniture, video games, my dog, emergency medicine, fiction books.
Expertise: Daydreaming about what I would do with a couple million dollars.
Occupation: Medical
Industry: Medical
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/24/2005
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| Here's a quick tip for you:
When crossing the border from America to Canada and asked "what is you reason for this trip?" don't answer "I've come here for the culture," because they know that you are lying and become suspicious.
PS If you like chilled out music, check out Erin Bode
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| I finally got to use my "I HATE COPS" bumper sticker!
It was perfect. I went to class and had to park in Egypt again. So as I'm walking through the lot, I see this red 84' Camaro parked over the line, taking up two spots... two spots right by the door. Even though I was already late for class, I turned around, went back to my car, grabbed an "I HATE COPS" bumper sticker and put it nicely in the middle of his bumper. What made my day was that the guy backed into the spot, so there was no way he'd see the sticker before he drove off.
And my wife calls me passive aggressive... Pfffft
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| The most disgusting thing in my world happened today and it was not at work! I was walking to the front door to get the mail when I noticed that Jack had left a little BSP (brown smelly present) in the foyer. I took a couple of tissues from the box on the table by the door and picked it up... oh, by the way, I'm eating a huge cookie in the other hand... and now you might see where this is going. Yup, I took a big ol bite if poopy tissue. I'll not discuss how bad it really was in hopes of staving off PTSD coma, but I will tell you that I brushed my teethe for a half-hour, threw that brush away, drove to the store, bought a new brush and went back to step A. And the worst part about this story is that I may have killed my love for big cookies for ever. How else can I keep this innertube around my naval?
Any suggestions?
Puppy snoring is extraordinarily funny to listen to at 4:00am... I need to get a fatter dog.
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| I feel horrible.
There is this guy with special needs that comes into the computer lab at school and works on things with a helper. He talks really loud and non stop. I'm assuming that he can't control the volume of his voice, but dang-it, I"m taking a freakin' test here. There is a strict no-speaking rule in the lab because it is for taking tests. There are many other places in the building with computers, but nobody can say anything to him because he's in a wheelchair.
What does a person do in a situation like this?
Also I feel horrible about liking Hitman: Blood Money. It's fun to be sneaky.
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