So, one minute I'm drinking Lemon Lift tea in my mom's kitchen on 17th
Street. Next thing you know, I'm within two years of the half-century mark.
Before you know it, worms will be eating my body all up, yum yum.
Wasn't religion supposed to fix this? It helps a little bit, but the whole
thing is so Wham Bam Thank You, Ma'am that it just makes one gasp!
--J
* "One" = me, and no--I'm not drunk.
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