How to be compensated for what you like to do. At sixes and sevens? -- consider the eights, as in, to Create!
Monday, December 23, 2002
Everything's lovely, while we're eating and chatting when suddenly, chomp, my sharpened molar severs a piece of my own big tongue. Yum. and the dabbed blood makes the paper towel smell like hamburger meat served mmm mmm rare... Seven hours later the puncture wound's cauterized at last.