Sort of. For the past few days, I've been gorging myself on
The Wire's second season and Lenny Bruce,
HOW TO TALK DIRTY AND INFLUENCE PEOPLE. After almost a month of no caffeine and spotty review books (including one in which a character's eye color changed three times), I felt what better way to celebrate the 4th, besides watching the Korean missiles break up over water, than decadence; pure ass immobile decadence.
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I picked up How To Talk Dirty... when I was a 17-year-old kid in the mountains of Pennsylvania.
It changed my life.
As for being immobile, good for you.
So, Mr. T, I'm sure you're willing to admit that you've peed in a sink...
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