Pop tax
If they put a tax on pop, i'm going to be broke. I drink a lot of freakin' pop. Diet Coke, to be exact. My good friend Nicole will also be in a shitload of trouble.
If I go broke because of a pop tax, i'm going to have to lay the beat-down on some people.
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- stewbie2
- My name is Stephanie, but you may call me "stewbie." I live in the thriving metropolis of Houston, Tx., and from my loins have sprung two beautiful baby girls--Jenna and Claire. I'm not mean, but I am horribly sarcastic. I consider it a gift. I work full-time as Social Media expert/Digital Marketing director, edit on the side, and am usually at the gym or the theatre--pick one. Although I have a BA and MLA in Literature, I still use serial commas and sometimes, I use the semicolon incorrectly. Oh, and I also have a hairless cat. His name is "Tito."
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1 comment:
I drink a lot of diet coke, too. Does that scare you? I keep thinking I need to quit, but can't. Need.diet.coke. Everyone tells me how bad it is but I guess I'm just waiting for absolute proof that it causes cancer. (?)
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