Tuesday, April 27

STAIN ON MY PANTS, REVISITED . . .

This is what I'm talking about. Imagine two of these mouthfuls landing on your lap with a resounding "plop" that could be heard above the roar of a sold-out ballpark. Then imagine feeling the warm wet feeling emanate from your thigh. Then imagine looking down in trepidation and seeing a smiling baby and a little pile of gummed pretzel sitting there on your leg. Yup. This is what I'm talking about.

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