Volume 22
An acquired taste few are willing to acquire.
Wednesday, January 08, 2003
When I was little, I'm told I fell while running with a ball point pen in my mouth. It got jammed point first into the roof of my mouth. There was blood and screaming. Thankfully I remember none of this.
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