The universe hums; the constellations track across the heavenly vault; time at last brings all things to naught; television is nothing but reruns. The stars are in rare unanimous concordance: tonight is your night for make-up sex. Don't forget to bring the guacamole and a six-pack of hard lemonade.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
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