Update! It wasn't even Vanilla Nut, it was French Vanilla. That's how careless I am with the interloper's feelings.
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Now that you mention it, I've never really been fond of cantaloupe either. It's a cheap imitation of watermelon. Speaking of which, I have a watermelon seed spittin' contest to go to today. That's how we do it down here in the durty.
Michael. La.
UPDATE: ixnay what I just said. This was about coffee.
French Vanilla tells so much more. It's the French. Tough getting used to that. That switch in a relationship may be tougher. You have to get used to a whole new language. That explains a lot actually. For me very difficult. I did take French in high school. And no joke, my French teacher had Alzhemer's. None of us were taught a thing, but everyone passed.
I am a vivacious person with effervescent thoughts and bubbly feelings, which I used to save for my diary and therapist before realizing I could share them with a million strangers, unless of course we've met before in which case remember that time we were at that place and then I did that thing? Sorry about that... Also I'm a writer, pop culture analyst/expert and regular TV guest. Care to be impressed by my credentials? Well then, from 2005—2008 I did Best Bets with Alison Rosen, a segment on WNBC's Weekend Today in New York show. I've appeared on Montel, Chelsea Lately, Hannity & Colmes, Fox & Friends and a bunch more and I'm a regular commentator on Fox News Channel's Red Eye. I wrote for the Los Angeles Times when I was 18. I'm a former Time Out New York editor. I'm a contributing editor for Page Six Magazine. I've written for a zillion publications including Rolling Stone, Maxim, Spin, People, Village Voice, New York Press, Nerve, Seventeen, Vibe, Seattle Weekly, Minneapolis City Pages, OC Weekly and Page Six Magazine. I used to play guitar in a punk band. I have naturally black hair. I won NY's Funniest Reporter competition.
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Now that you mention it, I've never really been fond of cantaloupe either. It's a cheap imitation of watermelon. Speaking of which, I have a watermelon seed spittin' contest to go to today. That's how we do it down here in the durty.
Michael.
La.
UPDATE: ixnay what I just said. This was about coffee.
French Vanilla tells so much more. It's the French. Tough getting used to that. That switch in a relationship may be tougher. You have to get used to a whole new language. That explains a lot actually. For me very difficult. I did take French in high school. And no joke, my French teacher had Alzhemer's. None of us were taught a thing, but everyone passed.
Don't we call it Freedom Vanilla now?
I could totally see you on a date now...
Alison, "Oh, Fred, I'm having such a great time!"
Ted, "My name is Ted!"
Alison, "Oops! Would you like some more French Vanilla?"
Ted, "No thanks! Julia!"
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