Last night I had dinner with three women. Okay, not the truth, I had dinner with three gay men who refer to each other as "her", and "she".It might as well have been three old bags. I made mango salsa to go with grilled chicken, which Spew took care of. Of course, the other two, Buckethead, and Captn. Cum Gums, didn't bring diddly, like they always don't. Dinner was great, but, nobody had any drugs for dessert, and, I'm not drinking, presently, so, scintillating conversation held sway. Ah, if only... read more
