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August 19, 2005
EBJ
You know how sometimes you struggle with the pipery? The screen’s clogged or stuck, an end breaks and chips at the drop of a hat…that kind of thing. In the course of my idle chitchit to myself and that woman with the creamy white filling, I mumbled that “as soon as I tell her she’s been a good girl, she thinks she has license to act out, just like your dog.”
“What’s that, your pipe?”
“Yeah.”
“Does she have a name?”
“Elizabeth,” I said. It came right off the cufflinks. And then with half a beat I added, “Browning.” A quarter, “Jr.”
Posted by peligrito at August 19, 2005 10:44 AM
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Great reading, keep up the great posts.
Peace, JiggaDigga
Posted by: JiggaDigga at April 7, 2006 2:04 AM
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