I'm headed down to Florida again next week for the monthly offering.
Gosh...Miss Sloan wants a bambino so bad. She is already registered to the fact that it won't happen. Cripes. She's 34! How many drunk ass 34 year olds are going to go out tonight, have a few Cosmo's (or Mojito's) , get laid and find out they are preggers in a month!!!!
Dam it!!
I was going to make this a lot longer, but this suit and tie guy next to me is using everything in his power to itch every centimeter of his body, and I think he has crabs and I do not wan't to get them. Yeah, they jump.
Later.
Love and kisses,
Mickey
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