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"Your shrimp cocktail", wide ass. (Haiku) by Bachus

The poor waitor's stare. Making love to my shell fish. Moist crotchless napkin. Butter & Lemons. The squirt of hot cocktail sauce. A wafer thin mint.

horus8 10-Jun-03/1:01 PM
Yes, and when he hands him the mint and flees, leaping for cover, like he's in a war? Riveting.




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