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Man, the ability to touch my stuff without spontaneous floral infestation never gets old. I mean, seriously, I don't do well with lack of tactile stimulus - and asking people to strip naked and let you touch them only works when your life is a porno. In the real world, that's weird and brings up a host of potential legal issues.
But, anyway!
To the point that I meant to get to before veering off into the Skinemax of tangents: Before my sister accidentally spreads tales of my infamy that are blatantly untrue - I did not drug any baked goods. You can tell that I'm not lying here, because I couldn't bake a good if someone stood next to me and instructed me on every detail of the process. My mother has a sign over the stove that allows people to taser me if I come within throwing distance of any real cooking materials. Especially the parts that involve open flames. So, in conclusion, not me. Sorry. Your search continues.
And to those of you that got out of Intro to Computers 45 minutes early today due to 'Technical Difficulties'? You're welcome. I think that's all that needs to be said on that one, really.