No Merri you cannot eat the printer!

No Merri you cannot eat the printer!

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I got tagged so here we go: 1: I'm a college student 2: I live on a farm 3: I'm Introverted 4: I am a history nut 5: I can't get a date to save my life. 6: my maternal grandmother's family were the founders of Canada while my paternal grandfather's family founded Jamestown... 7: I have gone to Niagra falls on Canada day, it was amazing (their fireworks put the US' to shame). 8: I should be working on a paper right now but a little procrastination never hurt. 9: I took piano lessons for three years, I can still play the basics. 10: I have ADD so I get off topic a lot. 11: I am a Hufflepuff, I will spoil you rotten! 12: I have three dogs, two goldens and one sheltie 13: studying to be a high school history teacher! tag 15 people: crap I don't know anyone else on here... and probably no tag backs...
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