Originally Posted by John Lawrence Schick
I always look at guilt being an indicated of doing something wrong. My wife made blueberry muffins last night. I looked at them, and took the largest one. Boy, do I feel guilty. It was still good. There's a moral to this story somewhere, I think.


Thievery works, thats the moral of the story. I did not take the biggest blue berry muffin . Lie .

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