Tuesday, July 20, 2004
my sweetheart Sandy, got my penny saved
Whenever I walk into the bathroom, I find myself looking forward to that little chill that starts in the shoulders and winds its way down to the hips. The one that's chased by a sudden feeling of warmth spreading throughout, kinda like a belt of baby-butt bourbon on a late fall day.
You know what chill I'm talking about.
If you don't, you're probably a girl. (Seriously. And I'm not being sexist about it, though I might be ignorant about it.)
It's not unlike walking out into a hot day after sitting in a cold air-conditioned office.
Only better.
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Actually, this, i think, is the one time on this damn site that I wasn't talking about dropping a deuce.
Posted by @ 08/05/04 3:25 a.m. ET
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See, us ladies usually get to enjoy a hearty dump WITHOUT volcanic eruptions, because, as with many things, we just do it BETTER.
Posted by @ 07/30/04 2:25 a.m. ET