Even More Random Than Usual
Humor buried within vulgarity is the whipped cream on pie.That phrase doesn't go anywhere, not that this column ever does.
For an unknown reason, I was reminded of a story from college this morning. At the time, I was dating a woman whose primary appeal, besides dimples and a slightly crooked smile that I found entirely endearing, was that she was ruthlessly efficient. A waif in steel-toed boots, as it were, a perky autocrat. A friend asked me while I was dating her and all I could say was "Well, she makes the trains run on time."
By the way, all of you people have perfect bowls. The men, anyway. And some of you have to hide them to keep them safe.
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