You ever have one of those days where you know you have to do something, but cannot remember what that something is to save your life? I'm having a day like that.
I need to stop wearing gloves at work. I'm developing tan lines.
I'm planning something dastardly for next weekend. It all depends on numbers.
If I see a phone number, or street address number, or any other kind of number, I try to add/subtract the digits to/from each other to see if I can get a number divisible by five. It's gotten to the point where it's done on a subconscious level, and I only realize it when I get a number that's divisible by five.
We need to find a way to grow bacon. Yes. Grow bacon.
Mortal Kombat for the Sega Genesis was NOT the greatest video game ever, even for it's time.
I really hope Clerks II is Kevin Smith's last movie. Not because I don't like his work, more along the lines of it's jumped the shark.
Should I be worried if I keep dreaming about zombies, fighting zombies, and other zombie related subjects?
"Reality" shows blow. (Wait, I could go on for an entire post about this... that's right... I don't want to.)
-D out.
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Watermelon bacon pie!!!
For the longest time, I would only add the numbers. Only recently have I started subtracting. I think multiplying would be cheating, cause any number with a five in it suddenly is divisible by five.
I heard of factorals, once. I think that it was that one time I tried to go to college.
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