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I have CDO.

It's like Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, only in alphabetical order like it should be.

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paradigmshifty
Aug. 1st, 2006 05:45 am (UTC)
"Does anal-retentive have a hyphen?"

"No, it has a colon"
hasimir
Aug. 1st, 2006 12:15 pm (UTC)
Now that's cool. :)
emmycantbemeeko
Aug. 1st, 2006 06:59 am (UTC)
I am only a little ashamed to admit this made me giggle out loud.
halloranelder
Aug. 1st, 2006 07:05 am (UTC)
Always glad to be of service! :)
pastryproducts
Aug. 1st, 2006 08:38 am (UTC)
Absolute GOLD!

It's something I can relate to, fantastic!

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Absolute GOLD!

It's something I can relate to, fantastic!

<I hold all my Uno cards in alphabetical colour, numerical, up the right way order>
drzero
Aug. 1st, 2006 12:51 pm (UTC)
Bad man!
halloranelder
Aug. 1st, 2006 12:57 pm (UTC)
Yes!
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