question - can Monique have more than one rootbeer?
answer (a.k.a what i will tell you in order to trick you into giving me another soda)- sure, she's a grown adult and knows how to regulate her self on sugar
the straight dope (a.k.a what my family will warn you about) - no, in no situation, under no circumstance can Monique have more than two sodas, if it goes beyond two find a small safe place to hide and let the havoc ensure naturally, come out when all is clear and she has returned to normal
that being said...
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| they took me that candy store in Bown's Xing, I did not resist, but I did warn them what a horrible idea that was, (evil laugh) |
I've
had too much rootbeer! But if I recall my day correctly, I was bribed
with flowers, set up with my bosses son, ate an apple sticker by
accident, wrote a dear john letter, buried the hatched, played bingo and made sore snide commentary to the competitors surrounding me,
kicked over a trashcan, made up a new word, and drove some wonderful ladies home in a far off mysterious land...also drove them a little crazy with my hyperactivity. Drunk people and an extra hyper Monique make a good pairing, like wine and cheese. oh,
and I now just took a quiz about which Muppet personality I am. Got Fozzie
Bear twice and Kermit the Frog once.
That seems accurate.
I don't know how to explain my reaction to sugar. My body seems to be extra sensitive to, well, everything. I pass out if given a half of a bendryl, half a benedryl people! Half!! I'm a lot like my youngest nice. She is three and if you give her a piece of candy, in a matter of minutes she turns into a whirling tornado. The other day I made banana pudding, the southern kind, and after eating a cup (or two, don't tell my sister), she started to pump her arms in the air, making a wave like motion, as if she was charging up for what was to come. Once fully charged, she took off running toward the couch, pulled off the cushions and jumped over and back nearly 40 times. She sang a few songs obnoxiously loud, my neighbors knocked on the door to ask if everything was okay, and then BAM! it hit her, the inevitable sugar crash and she was out. She might as well have been in a coma. I carried her little curly and puffy pink self to the couch and let her sleep for the rest of the night. That's me, at 22, I still do the same thing, except with more crazy philosophical rantings.
Maybe there's a reason why people tell me I should never drink, and why I've been asked numerous times if I'm high. Nope, not high people, I am not high. These are just my everyday thoughts, this is just my normal crazy. It will always be that way. You don't need alcohol to have fun, you don't need drugs to be crazy; that's what I'm gunna tell my kids. Te he.
p.s. I still owe Alisha a dollar for eating a raw macaroni noodle of the ground, she'll never remember considering the condition she ended the night in...
update - she remembered...
update Nov 2012 - I still have yet to pay her ;)
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