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So I've got a huge, dark red hickey on the left side of my neck. I guess that's just what happens when you make out with an exquisite, beautiful italian woman named Rosalynd for too long. She will not let her love be a secret.
Posted by pedalboy at April 12, 2005 12:43 AM | TrackBackNot so much as even a "wtf???" on this one.
That is too bad. The story will now never be told.
It was a crappy story anyway.
Posted by: pedalboy at April 18, 2005 3:21 PMi know rosalynd.
she says to give her back her beads and her Moroccan headdress. she also says she threw your kimono in the pond next to the Grecian urn where you....nevermind. anyway, she seemed upset.
"She doesn't want to have her Young Fresh Fellows tape back now
But there's not a lot of things that she'll take back."
Twistin.... twistin....
in the wind.
Twistin.... twistin....
in the wind.