Wednesday, October 13, 2004

to me, child! kiss me on the cheek, O golden fruit of my scrotum!

My book was returned rather unceremoniously to me this morning. My partner said, "I don't know who you are." Heh. But she was smiling when she said it. I don't know how much of the humor she got; my scatology is more for the wine, cheese, caviar, and doodie-on-crackers set. Another co-worker of mine, P, took an interest in the book and now she's reading it. How many people can I corrupt in a week?

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