Lem: “Noll isn’t here right now, but he says his sack is filling with love just for you, Paul, and soon it will be full! Please call back then!”
. . .Yes, marriage is like sleeping on sand paper: If you lie perfectly still, it's pretty damn uncomfortable, but it can get a lot worse.
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Arranging horseshit in ever-prettier piles and calling them ever-cleverer names is all many of us ever wanted. Others fell asleep, got sick or went home decades ago.
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Hey, I liked her dykie-do. You don’t have to soften her up for me; I like lez-beens. More rice and less beans; that’s what I always say!