To laugh is to live. To laugh so hard you spew root beer is to live well.

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My friend Melissa sent this to me today, and I LOVE it!

Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the
morning, Satan shudders & says...
'Oh shit...she's awake!!'

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