No, it has something to do with the hot pepper added to the tomatoes while turning it into salsa that results in irritability of the asshole. No, you don't need to answer that now, although it might be helpful to people living with other people that are about to eat spicy salsa. Yes, I am thinking about these questions and I even have the good etiquette to answer in complete sentences. No, I do not feel the answers will improve my life, but the act of answering them might. Yes, for another hour and a half it is Monday here, but by the time I finish this it might not be. Yes, I have been to a refill place but I never get a refill, because that will then require me to visit their disgusting public restroom. No, lots of questions do not annoy me because I always have the answers, although they likely will be bullshit. What does annoy me, you ask? Having to continually scroll back up because I can't remember more than one question at a time, so I think I'm done answering. Best of luck on someone else giving you all the answers that you need.
Pretty sure that is not tomatoes you are dealing with. That is a tomato worm. Those things are disgusting. Especially when squished. Proceed with caution.
You answered quite a few. I can't believe you still failed the test though. I'd like to be a nice guy about this but I must be fair and firm with everyone, equally. No special treatment. You did not finish your homework. My vote on this comment is your grade. You can do better.
I can't believe I have worms again...
Oh dear, and I'm usually such an over-achiever. Does finishing the post I'm writing count as a make-up? I just wrote three-quarters of it, then spent five minutes twirling hair around my finger, another five wondering if I locked my car doors, and the last ten replying to comments in an effort to avoid returning to work. Frankly, this is not very good procrastination. I can do better.
I can't believe you haven't used the dewormer yet...
If you manage to accomplish something today, then yeah I'll probably send over the rest of that vote. Maybe bonus points if it's not shitty.
It's one of those big pills that doesn't go where pills normally go and I'm scared to do it.
It is guaranteed to not be about shit. Although I don't think it will be accomplished today, and maybe not tomorrow, maybe not ever...
You ate some of that spicy salsa, didn't you?
You'll finish it. Eventually. I didn't think I'd ever finish this one today, and look. All done.
I don't know what that stuff was.
I will get back to work then...right after I make a precise count of my split ends.
That's just what my dog thought after he ate hookworm garnished in giardia.
That's the spirit!
And those dishes sound delicious.