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Do kids really get what I am saying? Why be nasty? Is using bad language all that great? What does it say about me if I let the grey hair show? Am I being unreasonable in wanting transparency in all business dealings? Is monogamy a myth? Does it really work – this concept of open marriage? Is gold a good investment? What are the pros and cons of motherhood? Why cannot men spend more time at home? Do face packs really work? Is laughter the best medicine? Is homeopathy the only solution for hair fall? What is the problem with eating red meat? Why the third degree? Do abortionists really believe in abortion? Is green tea better or does red tea also work? Are all vegetarians meat haters? Do all meat lovers loathe vegetarians? What meat is the best? Are heels good for the arch of the feet? How to get rid of dandruff? What is the reason for bad breath? Why do some skins look good and some don’t? Does being slim buy you brownie points in general? What is looking good about, really? Is there a solution in sight for psoriasis? How in the world do people grow tall after 18? Is there an alien force somewhere out there? Do men like the hunt and do women expect it? Does hypnosis work in weight reduction? What is it about women today? Is the media to blame for everything? Who really loves you? Who do you love better? What do you prefer – sunshine or the cold? Do fat people have to work harder to get noticed? Do slim people have it easy? Is it the dawn of the critic?

What is with the twenty or some questions?

Here are some answers that I think may help, from my perspective.

Hopefully. Don’t know. Not really but can help ease the frustration at times. I have grown up. Not really. Nope. Not in my book. Seemingly. Ups and downs but happiness guaranteed. No idea. Makes one feel better and the skin plump. As long as crow’s feet do not deter one from the end prize of merriment. Not really. Overindulgence ain’t cool – but otherwise okay in my book. Gives people the ability to throw their weight about, I suppose. No clue. Anything that gets the nod works. Not sure there – I have gone vegan and not hating the carnivores (yet)! From my perspective – chicken and turkey. I sometimes feel it makes the feet better especially since they are down all the time – gives them the much needed lift – but in general better to check this with a specialist! Lime works rather well. Bad oral hygiene. Perhaps some people are born with good skin, it is hereditary or they take care of it unlike the rest who do not. Seems that way. Having a toned mind. Doesn’t seem to be at the moment. No idea but there are some people who believe that it works - unfortunately not for me  who knows. Suppose some men do and some women too – there are no absolutes. It works from all accounts so I am going to meet someone to get into size zero mode. Women think for themselves – always have and always will. It seems to be the best option when all else fails. God. God, parents and family. Both – no extremes. Seems that way. Seems that way to the plus sized millions. Absolutely.

Just some spiel me dahlings!

Xo

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