"That's the last time I ask for a drink in

"That's the last time I ask for a drink in that place", I said warily, as I gently held the antiseptic wipe to my swollen

uvula which was throbbing like warning lights in a submarine. He'd ordered "Sex on the beach" at the Planet Hollywood but when he drank it

it made him feel like a real d-bag. At least his uvula situation was calming down, which was a relief. He felt for his wallet and upon realizing that it wasn't there

That damn hooker, should have known. He cursed himself. That's the last time he'd get a number from Ricky. Who as a matter of fact is a bigger whore than the one he'd just

taken out for a nice seafood dinner. How did he not see

that his chicken was medium rare and green, we quickly hailed a cab and headed to the friendly russian bath house to grow some sexy little

Russian dolls. Few people know that those Russian dolls are painstakingly grown in bathhouses, being watered and tended every day by Siberian peasants. If one breaks,

it is repaired. I looked at his ancestors, each uncovering another, protecting another from damage that would torment them for eternity. I looked, and pulled out my

shocker. One touch could kill... of heal. But who am I to make such a choice? I'm just a human... "Indeed. A sapient creture, capable of making descisions lacking information."