I was sitting next to an overly large blonde woman on my trip to Atlanta Today, whom I assume must have paid more attention to the buttermilk cookies in lunchbox as a child, than the stream of knowledge floating through her pretty round head. She sat in the plane seat next to me and pondered out the window with a blissful smile, when she said; “I wonder why the weather always is so beautiful up here…” just before pausing for a long time. I know the buttermilk cookies assumption can be interpreted cruel and unjust, but I don’t even hold an untrained chimpanzee, to be that ignorant. In case you’re reading this sweetheart; it’s because the white sky don’t grow as tall as the blue sky.

On the new blondness scale, still under construction, I award this comment a strong 7/10, congratulations!

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