I had rather hoped that the object that rubbed against my lips last night was nothing more than cigarette butt.
No such luck.
There was a dead cockroach in my beer.
Monday, February 20, 2006
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These are just the nibblies. Yes; that's what I said. And if I see any of these little ditties on a coffee cup without my permission they'll be trouble. This Site Contains Adult Material 18+ Only Please
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