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Settling In

by jessicazee

Member since 2002 · Posted 10 Mar 2007 · 5 comments

Janice. Robin. The lady with the driveway. Her original pink toilet bowl afloat on our Clarke Street snowbank, my neighbor, high-waisted, I know her now, tonight at the Polish Falcon, we sang those Stevie Nicks songs, the alley that we share we said it's icy, the alley, don't walk in it we both said

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5 comments

[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 10-Mar-07/11:17 AM Reply
An unspeakably disappointing spoon coated in vicar discharge.
[n/a] Stephen Robins › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 14-Mar-07/10:05 AM Reply
A somewhat wobbly negro chin
[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › Stephen Robins 14-Mar-07/4:15 PM Reply
A highly elderly arse
[n/a] Stephen Robins › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 15-Mar-07/1:49 AM Reply
A lamentably brief vicar nipple flash.
[n/a] jessicazee 24-Mar-07/4:49 AM Reply
You rule.