A good phlebotomist is surprisingly hard to find. Yesterday, I was serviced by a good phlebotomist, who left only a tiny green bruise as evidence of her needle's journey into my vein. (I'm very sleepy right now.)
A confession: I've been watching Sex and the City. It's really really very, very bad. But I'm compelled. Why? I don't know. Why does anyone do anything?
Boyfriend doesn't have enough fingers to do the "ies." This'll hafta do ya.
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How do you be so short?
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