Let's just say that the pic to your left was just north of 9:30 and just south of a loving gaggle of sibling nudity that soon engulfed me in a passionate DelVecchiwich.
I said "church choir." You laughed. I said "ice cream social." You snickered. I said "ultra control top hosiery." You scoffed. Well who's laughing/snickering/scoffing now?
But just because you had a double date with a sixer of Keystone Light and three hour block of Time Warner quasi-smut doesn't mean that your night wasn't the equal of mine. In fact, without your grim celibacy, this post would not exist. And my dogs would have gone hungry.
Bless you, you. Your special brand of sexlessness inspires me in ways you cannot possibly fathom.
Say hello to your parents,
Denny, what did you do to that poor woman?
The writing was too pornographic for me. I had to turn away!
What? No mention of the Buddha lamp?
@Dumps: Which one?
@L: Avert your eyes.
@Bear: It's Shinto, I think. Whatever that is.
@Single: I had one reader back then.
Not only is the name just missing and h, but the absence of gym and sex are just to close to a biography of me.
@Doc Sin: More less.
@Cuz: That pretty much sums it up.
I thought the DelVecciwich was reserved exclusively for Sweet 16 parties and while listening to Olivia Newton John's "Let's Get Physical"?
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