What the hell is with the manifesto posts?

I don't care why pumpernickel is dark, though maybe The Jan would know, but it's damn good.

Typically, it's the very slow baking of the rye bread that gave it that characteristic dark color.

A quick google search(which is all I was willing to do) revealed that I haven't the foggiest idea what you are talking about...

-Pass question to next person.

pumpernickel is dark because it has teh evil pumpkins 0_o

If you've pretty much weaned yourself completely off of caffeine, don't decide to have a caffeinated soda at 8:30 at night...

Posted By PurpleGiraffe on 08 Aug 2011 07:48 AM
If you've pretty much weaned yourself completely off of caffeine, don't decide to have a caffeinated soda at 8:30 at night...

said 20 minutes later when the realization that one is in store for a VERY long night. -chuckle- silly giraffe

drink pop, not soda

Thanks Rogarn, good to know. I tried to wean myself off of caffeine and all I got was a perennial migraine. But I'm drinking more tea than soda anyways. And even though I'm from Minnesota, I say soda, not pop. Yeah, everyone here thinks I'm weird for this.

It was finally a nice day, not stinking hot and humid. Yay!! I'm going to go mini-golfing tomorrow, yes I am!

even though I'm from Minnesota, I say soda, not pop. Yeah, everyone here thinks I'm weird for this.

traitor!

said 20 minutes later when the realization that one is in store for a VERY long night. -chuckle- silly giraffe

Said the following morning at work after being awake until after 3AM. Hehe.

I say "soda!" I used to say "pop," but "soda" just sounds better, I think.

I want to meet my doppelganger. I realize that since matter would be corresponding with anti-matter that this would result in a massive surge and release of energy that would destroy all matter (ourselves included), but it would be fun for a second or two...

I say soda too.

I saw my doppelganger at camp once....it was really eerie, since she had practically the same outfit on and her hair done the same way. She didn't see me....and I came soooooooo close to approaching her, but I chickened out. It was the last day of camp, and afterwards I kicked myself and tried to find her again, but I could not.

When I was little, I thought that if I practiced I could learn to fly. Thus, I ran around the yard flapping my arms up and down. But I wasn't dedicated enough

"When I was little, I thought that if I practiced I could learn to fly. Thus, I ran around the yard flapping my arms up and down. But I wasn't dedicated enough"

Probable for the best. At a certain point, to the dismay of your parants and to the entertainment of the neighbors, your humming bird arms would burst into flames from all the friction...  What a spectacle! What a spectacle! Ooh, looky at all the pretty colors!