Sarah bought a shredder and I've found myself getting slightly addicted to using it. If I have paper I don't know what to do with... shred it. Even if there's no private information on it.
A couple times I've caught myself shredding receipts that I may actually need.
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About a week ago, I had a dream that I was putting pork in my shredder.
I wish Marla could understand my addiction to shredding things. I love it!
At first glance I thought the tie was a chicken leg and wondered where the hell you got that shredder...but really, what is the picture on the far right? Dynamite? Spray paint?
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