Tuesday, July 7, 2009


n.o.c. just read the previous post (after working a twelve-hour day, mind you) and said, "Yeah, it's great, in a self-indulgent, I-just-sat-on-the-couch-all-day sort of way. I mean, it takes sand to make a pearl, and it just sounds like you don't have any sand." This was after I cooked him fried catfish and brought him two cocktails, mind you.

F*cktard, you're lucky I love you.

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