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It's 2:30 am and I'm enjoying a post-coital bologna sandwich.
Okay, it's not as awesome as it sounds - it's a veggie bologna sandwich. You know what? Fuck "bologna"! I'm eating a baloney sandwich. A phoney-baloney sandwich.
Jealous? Why ever not?
Okay, it's not as awesome as it sounds - it's a veggie bologna sandwich. You know what? Fuck "bologna"! I'm eating a baloney sandwich. A phoney-baloney sandwich.
Jealous? Why ever not?
posted by ... at 2:36 AM
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Now I don't know which I want more: sex or a phony-baloney sandwich.
Tell me, you did toast the bread, right? And you fried the baloney? And you used mustard? I'm not trying to tell you what to do, but that's the best way to manage a phony-baloney sandwich. Your sexual technique, on the other hand, is your own business.
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