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          • February 28, 2011 9:00 am
            A kind of ancient snake charmer squawks and honks a form of blistering thunk till we all forget about the ocean quite completely. I slow danced with her to Prince’s, Purple Rain at a Middle school dance. She smelled of strawberries and whiskey. She kissed me and forced her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her teeth… she had thousands of them. She told me to put everything on the Steelers. I mistook this for sexual innuendo and I put my hands on her butt. What happened next I don’t quite remember… but the papers said she destroyed more tan half of Reno.

            A kind of ancient snake charmer

            squawks and honks a form of blistering thunk

            till we all forget about the ocean quite completely.

            I slow danced with her to Prince’s, Purple Rain at a Middle school dance. She smelled of strawberries and whiskey. She kissed me and forced her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her teeth… she had thousands of them. She told me to put everything on the Steelers. I mistook this for sexual innuendo and I put my hands on her butt. What happened next I don’t quite remember… but the papers said she destroyed more tan half of Reno.

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