the dead horse resists its justified beating

by Paul Brown on 16 September 2002

10 * (sphincter finger finger sphincter)

i dreamed that i was surrounded by hundreds of hot, hunky men, each of whom wanted nothing more than to worshipfully kneel at my altar.

then i woke up and found myself elbow-deep in cucumbers, rice vinegar, sugar and sesame seeds, trying to prepare sunomono for two hundred bears. the annual “bears in the sac” farewell pool party must have been upon us once again.

did you know that you can be surrounded by the aforementioned hot, hunky men and be successfully flirting with a handful of them, and still get nowhere? not even a nuzzle?

i have felt unattractive at many times in my life in the past, but this current spell is really taking the cake.

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