Monday, July 25, 2005
Women are rare and delicate creatures from which not a single jarring hint of malorderous
bodily function would dare waft.
That is, of course, 99.9% of the time. That other 0.1% of the time they could blow a
lumberjack off a Redwood at 40 paces.
For instance, take my mother. Feed her raw green peppers and by morning the U.N. would
be swooping down on the house for violation of the Geneva Convention's articles on the
manufacture and distribution of nerve gas.
Anna Nicole, Stripped!
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