I just want to let all of you know that it's okay to comment on my blogs. Even if one person already commented, there's room for more. I swear the comment box won't explode. Unless there's upwards of 5 comments, because, well, I just can't guarantee lack of explosion, because, well, it hasn't happened yet!!! Oh how I hear the wind whistling through the trees...Thank you all 3 devoted readers, thank you for your undying support. Your comments are my US Weekly, and I thank you for that because it saves me the $1.75 to purchase an issue.

There is a funny thing about the bakery where I work. Almost the first day when I started working, and the ERBs (Elderly Russian Bakewomen)-not to be confused with HRUBBMs (Hot Russian Underage/Barely Legal Boy Men)- began to train me, they insisted on letting me know that nothing in the entire bakery had lemon in it.
"What about this yellow-"
"NOT lemon!!!" they quickly interuppted me. "Iz pineapple!"
Whenever a customer orders a lemon danish or insinuates lemonity in any way, the ERBs hastily cut them off.
"NOT lemon! No lemon in diz bak'ry! Iz pineapple" they proclaim in their AOMT (Accent of Mother Tongue). However-as one former bakery employee astutely observed-almost everything in the bakery TASTES like lemon in some form or another. I mean, almost everything is GOOD, but now more than ever I am noticing a lemony tint to all the things I try. Whenever a customer asks me what something tastes like, or if something is good, I just want to smile sweetly and scream "LEMON!!!!!! ALL LEMON!!!!!" But then that would make me an OOWFBB now, wouldn't it? Guesses on final acronym welcome, and I expect all 1 replie(s) to be close to perfect or I will send you to Stalingrad. Da?

Hey folks, as I said, so shall I deliver...the first of the Yahoo Answers extravaganzas, copied and pasted for your enjoyment, inspired by a Google search for an upcoming art project of mine. THe original question and subsequent answers have been put in bold print by me to make it easier to read, but I have changed no words at all. Human nature speaks for itself. Enjoy!!!

Do ants eat your underwear?
sometimes i find my underwear covered in ants and then holes in them afterwards are the ants really eating them?


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Yes ANTs can eat your underpants. This is true if your blood sugar is high and usually these are firsts signs of being diabetic. Your urine left overs in your undies invite ants and ants would go to it sensing that there are high sugar content. !!

You better check your sugar level !!!!
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by .:Nahira... Member since:
December 03, 2006
You need to clean your house and buy new underwear.
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by Pencil Member since:
August 21, 2006
No but the underpants gnomes take them sometimes..
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by islander... Member since:
June 23, 2006
Yes. And so do Uncles.
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by Melissa C Member since:
September 29, 2006
Sounds like you need to do some washing and clean the house. Sounds like poor hygiene to me if thats happening.
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by PLANETNA... Member since:
February 20, 2006
I dont know but it could be possible, I mean they eat everything else right?
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by Clint E Member since:
September 02, 2007
so thats where my underwear goes
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by KG5 Member since:
June 30, 2007
nope, not unless its count chocula flavored muhahaha lol
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by MONOCROM... Member since:
October 30, 2007
those are some crazzed ants...
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by Boise State Econ. Student Member since:
October 31, 2007
no
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by Dr. Mojo M Member since:
September 04, 2006
Hi,

The ants eats your underwear only if you have diabetes. Pl. get check up done for diabetes.

Enjoy Life
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by ms.yvonn... Member since:
April 16, 2007
What ?!
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by freya vida Member since:
March 12, 2007
One time i find mine with some ants, i remember i eat so many chocolate the day before. im not diabetic but if the body cant breakdown to many sugar it tend to secreat it by urine or by sweat. That is why your underwear have ants.

I just need to tell everyone in the world out there that does not already know that I LOVE THE RUSSIAN ISRAELIS. Something about their hard work ethic combined with their sexy Russian-ness and beady eyes makes me want to quit my day job (when I have one) and scream DAH! DAH! DAH! Oh those borscht-eating women-pleasing Communist-loving men. How I love stereotyping thee for my own sexual gratification.

So I seriously don't know how to not have one(or two, or SOMETIMES three) night stands anymore. I really don't know what it means to go on an actual date anymore. To me, all dates start at 11 pm or later and end sometime the next morning. In fact, even when the guy tries to set up some type of normal interaction with me, say, within the after-work hours of 6-8, I manifest it so that only sex can be had, and only dirty, hidden, nasty slut sex. For example, about a month ago, this guy who I really was into asked me to hang out one night. He called me around 5 pm and I didn't pick up. Purposefully. Then I debated whether or not to call him back or not. He calls again around 7. I don't pick up but call him right back. He doesn't pick up. Then he calls me right back. I pick up with much prodding from roommate. He asks what I'm doing. It's about 8 pm. I tell him a half-truth that insinuates that I'm too busy to hang out, but I end the conversation by asking him what he's doing later. Typical traits of a passive aggressive. So I tell him to call me later. He calls me in like an hour and a half, I tell him I'm still busy. He goes out with friends, calls me about an hour after that. I'm supposedly still busy but want to hang out later. He says he'll call me after hanging out with friends. Calls but I don't pick up. Then I call back around 1 am. Only then do I decide to hang out with him. We hang out from 2 to 3. So you see that I can only meet with someone during the graveyard shift in order to have any type of meaningful interaction. On a totally different note, I have been hustling up jobs for when I'm here for the summer. Last week I was the receptionist for this preschool. Really I have never got paid for doing so little at a job before. I just stared at walls. Literally the phone rang maybe 5 times. I even volunteered my help but they said they didn't need it. I reread the same newsletter from last February over and over again. I memorized meaningless preschool camp calendars. I shuffled papers and pretended to write things down so as not to look like the Most Useless and Unneeded Employee on Earth. Seriously staring at walls all day just makes you feel stupid. I could literally see the wasted time slipping away like I was trapped inside one of those sand hourglasses. Oh the futility of bureacracy, how I love thee and your wasted government dollars. Seriously I am thinking about starting a support group for useless employees who know they should be cut during company size downs but are having trouble coming to terms with it. Cuz I have no problem coming to terms with it. I could definetely lead that group to recovery. When I got bored enough at the job I started looking at these files of preschoolers that contained their personal information. This was a strange experience. For example, children's medical problems were listed. Just the typical stuff until I got to one child who had listed: hives, excema, asthma, allergy to whole milk (but can eat whole milk cheese and ice cream). Seriously that's what it said, almost verbatim. What the fuck is that? You cannot be allergic to whole milk but eat WHOLE MILK PRODUCTS!!! The kid just doesn't like milk! But they love ice cream! Get over it! Plus having so many medical problems at such a young age just indicates hypochondriac parents to me. It's like they looked on wrongdiagnosis.com and gave their child all the wrong diagnoses possible when really they just probably don't like milk!!! I'm sorry, life may be full of wars and divorces and natural disasters, but life is not cruel enough to give one child both excema AND an allergy to whole milk. Also some of the children had code words listed under their names. I think these are words the teachers say to calm them down when they are having a fit or something but they were really strange words. One was Juneau (like the capital of Alaska, what fucked up preschool kid would want that remote place as their code word of calm and peace?), another was petMichael (and the kid's name was Michael, molestation much?). Anyways this week I got my dream job of working with baked goods at a 24 hour deli. More to follow on that later I assure you. Also I have decided to provide you all with a regular service on this here blog. Given my affinity for Yahoo Answers I will update with my favorite Yahoo Answers Q and A page of the week. Hilarity ensues shortly.