My brother John is in town. I have a hangover. These two events are not unconnected.
I hope that when I sober up I will find out that lettuce ladies were only a bad dream.
If it wasn't for Kali, seventeen hundred year old jokes, and Google I could have carried on in blissful ignorance . From here on in a BLT is a euphemism, not a sandwich.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
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