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Wednesday, July 12, 2006

I'm entirely amused. Yesterday I was talking to Ash and writing Rohi (my little sis) points for her essay on smoking. Oh the irony. So she asked me to write down the points on how people quit. So I wrote "cold turkey" assuming she knew what I meant cause I was distracted. Then my ingenious sister writes in her narrative, about how some girl got addicted to smoking in one day and then went to the supermarket and bought cold turkey and cooked it and ate so she became un-addicted. HAHAHA.
Sorry baby sis I love you but that’s just helluva funny.
Also one question. When you cook cold turkey, doesn't it become hot?
HEEHEEHEE
Yes I am in one of my rare happy moods.

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