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Sunday Morning at the X-Rated Disneyland
Yesterday I was standing in the kitchen in sweats and the raccoon-like remnants of the Saturday's eyeliner, eating Pringles out of the can. I hadn't seen a comb, a shower or a change of clothes, and essentially looked and smelled like something the kitty forgot to bury. Tom came in from his smoke break on the porch, smiled at me and said, "Let's ( Read more... )
