As a part-time pre-loader for a major shipping company, I can pretty much eat what I want these days. Someday soon, I intend to drive to the grocery store, balance myself on the stern of a shopping cart, shield my eyes from the bright incandescent lights, point to the cookie aisle in a manner befitting a jubilant ship’s captain, and shout, CHIPS AHOY! I’ll do it with such fervor and alacrity as to transcend socially… more

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