C. Jesus. Her church (yes, her — I’m a fairly equal-opportunity employer) was one of those weird not-really-a-religion joints — you know, they’re not Catholics, they’re not Baptists, they just have a big-ass building and a huge sound system. Anyhoo, she was a perfectly ordinary Presbyterian or something when we met, then she switched to wacko church and they told her… well, you know how they feel about equal-opportunity! So she dumped me for Jesus. Because I’m a sinner. AND she cheated on me with a drummer, but the LORD is the one who actually got me shitcanned.
2. I believe no food exists that cannot be made better with:
C. All of the above. Because my definition of gravy is very broad. Spaghetti sauce is gravy for pasta, hot fudge is gravy for ice cream, dressing is gravy for salad…
3. At the bar, I usually drink:
C. Heavily. Which is bad, I know, but I get sweaty and bitchy and THIRSTY and, well, it IS a bar…
4. Aside from wardrobe constraints, I shave my legs:
C. If I think I may be gettin’ some. But I do admit sometimes they get too poky and prickly and I shave out of anger.
5. I switched my “favorite” NFL team from the Panthers to the Saints because:
3. The fucking Panthers kept making me cry and sit in the bathtub. In the dry bathtub, fully clothed, because they were JUST.SO.BAD. So my Number One team got flipped with my Number 2 team, so I could experience what it felt like to watch an entire game without Kleenex.
As for y’all’s answers… I think we all know why we’re friends. It’s because we’re basically the same person in several bodies… like bees or something… this makes sense, I know it…
hoodyhoo 
I love these answers and the fact that you have a broad definition of gravy!
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Did I mention melted cheese is gravy for nachos?
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Ok, so I haz to ask . . . is the Jesus cheater still batting for the opposite team or did she revert to her original godless heathen ways? Just curious how long Jesus took hold and kept her repressed.
Also, the last time I was in Vegas, I went to this place called Martorano’s, and they are very old school gangster italian cooking, and they referred to their sauce as gravy all throughout the menu, which was a little confusing, but still made sense. So, you are totally right about the whole gravy thing . . . Are you italian per chance?
And yes, I often feel we were separated at birth. I always wanted a sister . . . can we paint each other’s nails and have a slumber party? Better yet, let’s just go the bar and get drunk and then pass out on the floor of your bathroom. Don’t be surprised if you wake up with permanent marker on your face though . . . don’t say I didn’t warn ya.
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Far as I know, The Bride of Christ ended up married to some dude and quite unhappy about it… karma, anyone? And I’m not Italian (Irish and feather-Indian, not dot-Indian), but I’m glad a WHOLE ‘NOTHER CULTURE thinks I’m right! Also, I’m totally putting your hand in warm water while you sleep…
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I’m inviting myself to y’all’s slumber party. I can be your bodyguard and make sure nobody Sharpies you. Pretty please?
I grew up crazy religious and have been up close and personal with some Jesus cults. I’m pretty sure I’ve broken up with at least one person due to Jesus (and also due to the fact that I hate people who smother me and breathe down my neck….so there’s that). I kept the J dude around not so much to worship but because I needed someone to blame.
Also, I stopped being a God-botherer largely because of stuff like that so I’m just waiting for my mom to ask me why I’m an agnostic. I want to reenact that pot-smoking PSA from the 90s where the kid looks his dad straight in the eye and says, “Because of YOU. I did it because of YOU.” Sadly, she probably won’t get it because she had her sense of humor removed by the Jesus police.
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The Jesus Police is my new band name.
And you are invited. Just don’t ruin all my drunken sharpie pollock-painting fun!!
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Can we braid each other’s hair and freeze our bras?
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I’d watch the Jesus Police.
Jen… why would you freeze a bra?
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The slumber party thing seems to be a FINE idea, everybody grab a box of wine and come on over! And Metta, I was never really sure WHY we did it, probably just to be assholes.
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Oh, so you freeze someone else’s bra? holy crap that’s mean. frozen underwiring would hurt like a bitch.
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I never knew anyone who put it back on still frozen, but I DO know you can’t use the microwave to thaw them, ’cause of the metal in the underwire and shit. At least, I know that NOW…
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Um, bees?
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I was going for a hive-mind thing, but I kinda lost the thread…
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“Because my definition of gravy is very broad. Spaghetti sauce is gravy for pasta, hot fudge is gravy for ice cream, dressing is gravy for salad…”
Touche, my friend, touche. I take my answer back, and I’m broadening my use of the word “gravy” from now on. I hope I freak the fuck out of some people saying I’m putting gravy on my pasta. Yes.
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I personally can’t wait to go out to eat and ask for some extra gravy on the side for my salad. I’m a large woman, so I wonder if they’ll automatically assume I mean “gravy” gravy. I hope they do. Then I’ll raise hell about size-ism and stereotypes and how I’m utterly mortified when all I wanted was some extra fat free ranch dressing to dip my lettuce into. Maybe I’ll get a free meal. Hmmmm, this could be fun… hee hee hee… 😉
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I freak waitstaff out by my need for lots and lots of condiments. Like, I need sour cream to dip a steak in, I need applesauce for my porkchop, I need white country gravy for my hash browns… There is literally nothing I eat just as it comes.
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Jen – Duh, goes without saying! And singing into our hairbrushes while dancing around in pjs of course. Oooh, and pillow fights!!
Hoody – is there some rule on your site that I can’t comment on a comment once it is past like 3 comments (did that make sense? No? Fuck, I don’t know how else to describe it). Basically, I attempted to comment on Jen above, which is below 2 other comments from my original comment, but I couldn’t b/c there is not “reply” button below her. Comprende? Damn, words are hard . . .
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Misty – the comments thing is a wordpress limitation. The default is 3, I guess any more than that and it interferes with the themes making shit look pretty. And we all know shit has to look pretty … or else.
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Oh. Well that’s dumb. But thanks for the info, Metta! That was driving me kinda crazy. 🙂
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It drives me crazy as well — I thought I had somehow broken my own shit!
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By the way, I figured out how to fix it. Go to your Dashboard, then down to Settings and click on Discussion. There is an option to change the number of replies. The default is 3 apparently. Just FYI!! 🙂
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Hooray! I knew ONE of us HAD to be smarter than a computer! I fix-ded it.
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Yay fixed it. I’ve left mine the way it is mostly because I’m just lazy.
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we sort of have #1 in common…other then not Jesus more like higher education… I have forgiven her even though I am the one who broke it off. We are friends still to this day.
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You’re a much better human being than I am… I tend to relegate all exes into the “Shoot on Sight” category…
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the only question i DIDN’T answer the same as you, is the first, because my first true love left me for “some dude.” damn her!
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well, I guess technically Jesus IS some dude… but it’s REEEEEALLLY hard to compete with all that walking on water and shit!
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also, the catering is hard to beat too… half a fish and some mouldy bread and he can have a sitdown dinner for 300 guests ready with the wave of a hand, or a quick prayer (or whatever, really, I never got that far any of the few times I’ve tried to read the Gideons bible in hotel rooms, so I’m kind of vague on the details)
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I. Did Not. CHEAT ON YOU!!!!!!!!!
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Todays Love / Hate:
Today, I hate that I still get upset that I saw this 10 years ago 5 months after its original posting and that this was your summary of Us. I still maintain that I didn’t cheat on you by bringing that (incredibly hot) dude over because YOU always had dudes over and they were the OPPOSITE OF HOT and I remember a couple “remember that one time” situations . . . okay, this is becoming exclusively stuff I will only discuss with you in private AND . . .
Today’s love – that at least you said I was the first person you’d ever truly been in love with because same
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Your idea of hot dudes and mine has never coincided, that’s why we never did the polyamory thing all the kids are doing these days. But you’re not only the FIRST person I’ve ever been truly in love with, you’re STILL the ONLY, so you should be proud. You’re the Wayne Gretzky of people I’ve dated (a reference I don’t think you’ll get, but it’s a good one!). Love you, babe.
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ruh-ro, y’all – guess who’s reading the blog! And I maintain that she who builds the blog writes the history! lol
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and in your defense, I think we may have actually broken up, but I hadn’t yet approved the breakup, therefore it did not exist. Neener. Neener.
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btw, this isn’t going to be my blog name. That’s still cooking.
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