The wise man sleeps on a bed of wool,
The lazy man sleeps on a bed of feathers.
The rheumatic sleeps on wood,
And the rogue on a pretty girl's breasts.
If I were a worker at a Ferromanganese Plant just outside of Brescia in Italy, I would have Parkinson's by now. Instead I have lower-lombar pains that I drown in Tylenol, assuming postures only rivaled by the most self-conscious, vegan, steven and chris-watching, homosexuals.
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where are u at? Il deserto rosso
Dudester... Let me take you through some stretches... I received the list of books I need to read by next semester... walls oozing moisture and intellectuality anyone?
my heart has been yearning for my familiar jewish bookstore owner. I walk/limped past there the other day...
dale wants you downton!
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