Raining St. Irish Day 2012

Fire burning, protected by chapter 13.

Dinner at Axe last night with Anna.

Chow time!

My adversaries try shaming me with sneaky references to jail…like silly children.

I can’t stop thinking about HGTV’s Kitchen Cousins. Trapped in a double penetration vortex with these thick thighed men, my face torn apart by their searing Italian stubble.

Yes, who wants a boy when you can have a man?

You know my type? Nebbish, short, hairy, huge brain. Keep your opera sophistication. Keep it!


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