Sunday, February 08, 2004

I always wanted to say this: . . . fer shizzle

My my, drunk post, it's been too long since you and I last met. But I'm so tired, and Texas plays OU tomorrow in basketball. What can I say, in one short line, to make this drunk post worthwhile? Perhaps: Nothing could be closer to heaven than a woman's breast smothered in cream gravy.

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"Birthday Boy," Jan. 31, 2004, Red House living room floor