Volume 22
An acquired taste few are willing to acquire.
Friday, July 25, 2008
How I spent my day
At work the crazy guy insisted on showing me pictures on his iPod of his drunken moron friends. One photo showed several attractive girls sprawled on a bed.
"You think they have sex together?" he asked.
"One can only hope," I said.
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