are you?
...lying in a pool of your own vomit?
...choking on a fried 'nanner sandwich?
...watching reruns of The Golden Girls and wondering WHY ANYONE WOULD SLEEP WITH BLANCHE?
I'm not. I don't need to watch reruns to wonder that.
I guess I'll never forget her. And maybe I don't want to. Her spirit was wild, like a wild monkey. Her beauty was like a beautiful horse being ridden by a wild monkey. I forget her other qualities. - Jack Handey
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