"Per alphabet tradition, this is the portion of the MoS article where I talk about my strange obsession with a certain particularly enchanting/exasperating dancer. We did not exactly move like spirits in the night, I'll grant you that. But the wine was good, wasn't it? A nice California Riesling -- don't let the screw-cap fool you -- and a mountain sunset, I couldn't have scripted it any better. My friend said the problem was the lint-encrusted A-L-M-O-N-D-S I proffered from my pocket. Or maybe it was the accompanying snot rag. The thing is, we never did fly off to Rome on a moment's notice. And the kitchen floor? Not once. It's this very cold, hard Mexican ceramic T-I-L-E.
There's something I should tell you:
(tour dates for some band)"
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30 August 2005
05:54 - I Am Going To Find Alphabet Nash and Then I Am Going To Seduce Him & It Will Be Amazing
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