"DO YOU LIKE ORANGE JUICE?"

At first I thought he was trying to tell me another cheesy pickup line, instead he ended up making me giggle with laughter and yell out loud: "Yaaay!, you too!? Hahah No way!"

(No, really, I said that. Then my customers all turned around in the store and looked at me like I was bat shit crazy).

How do you drink your OJ?

I drink mine with PULP.

I heart pulp in my OJ.

Sometimes I like it EXTRA Pulpy... :)

OJ sans pulp should be a sin!
Seriously, think about it.
If you make fresh squeezed OJ yourself, there is going to be pulp in your juice.
If you buy if from the store, without pulp, that means someone has tampered with your OJ to remove the pulp from it, more so than they have already needed to tamper with your juice to make it in the first place.

I speak the truth.

Back to the story...
I told him my answer/reasoning, and much to my approval and pleasure, he agreed.
He likes pulpy oj too...
(lol it sounds so dirty)

Hollar!

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FRIENDS, RUGBY, & INSPIRATION

I saw Invictus last night with the lovely SB--my rugby lovin'-Ireland travelin-hippie bf.


Very Good Movie, that tells a wonderful story and sends a great message.

Unfortunately, with my blonde (multiply concussed) brain the only message I received is that: Rugby is awesome.

(And the movie solidified my love of men who play rugby... Seriously, Go watch, go play, fall in love--you'll understand once you do)

Also, I discovered (possibly re-discovered--because I think that I've heard it before) the poem Invictus by William Ernest Henley. Truly inspiring.

Invictus

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Have a great day everyone!
Saturday is a rugby day! Go find a match to watch!!
You can thank me later.