The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Waverly Hills Fire-Breather
They had a guy breathing fire. I heard him say it was lamp oil! The guy standing there asked him "Doesn't it taste horrible?" He said "Its like c*ck to a whore, after a while, you just don't taste it..."
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