Orifice Outrage
One hundred and twenty-eight days.
Long night last night. Wifey with food poisoning. Rather disgusting. Got little done. Asked her to describe her feelings so that I could write them down in a story. The frying pan to my head only caused a small bruise. Never did get the feelings. But now I've got a few of my own.
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Hope she is doing better. You weren't cooking up green potato skins again, were you?
Oh my gawd, I almost forgot about how I nearly killed myself with those suckers.
Nope. Not me this time.
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