LOGJAM IN VERBOVILLE
Aren't all those girls so pretty? I'd love to
have me one. I want to settle down and
just share a footstool or something with
them. My heart is in the bicycle shed, and
theirs are so far away. If I wasn't out of
wine, I'd offer you some - well, I have
this cruddy white, but I never drink that
stuff. They say its good if cold, and this
is cold already. More than that though,
speaking of wine, I love the way that
girls (again) drink red white through a
straw or not at all - so as to protect
the whitness of their teeth. Ain't that
the craziest trait, like sucking blueberry
pie through a strainer for
the very same reason.
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