Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Mind the sword, mind the people watch, mind the enemy...too many mind. No mind.
Golly, I hope the yellowish eyeballs was because of the bathroom mirror, and not a "what sauce goes with this when I serve a dry, red wine?"Oof.
Low lighting, not Hep A, one suggests.
"Sunnyvale?" The ol' hellmouth must be acting up again.
Damn it, Brad beat me to it. And yes I know it was Sunnydale in Buffy land but the Zipcode is the same.
Typical Sunnyvalien, they yellow is natural. We live next door to the mouth breathers and don't be fooled by the Bio-Epic, Steve Jobs didn't come from Sunnyvale but Los Altos.
Hepatitis or some other liver illness. Mine shut down for a few weeks in '96 and I looked like Homer Simpson.
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