Jerry Falwell just died and I was busy looking at the gals going into the dry cleaners.
I hope I don't go to hell.
It's a gas, gas, gas!
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4 comments:
If you do, don't bother bringing a jacket...it's pretty hot down here.
S'okay. Jesus loves those who dry clean, and those who like looking at those who dry clean.
Of course, if you do go to hell, you apparently won't have to worry about dry cleaning your good sports jacket for the trip.
If you end up in the land of double toothpicks you will bump into Falwell there.
But you won't go there for girl-watching.
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