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"Christ on a crutch" - yes, my roommate used to say that almost every morning interspersed with "bloody shit balls" when she couldn't find something she needed or some other minor irritatin surfaced. She was okay the rest of the day, but mornings were hell. Must have had something to do with blood sugar. I used to tell her that when she got married her husband was in for a hell of a shock - thinking she was demure and proper and then morning would come.....
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