this_is_what_happened


	this_is_what_happened
jane	we got stoned. you grabbed my ankles. it tickled. i didn't like it; i was laughing & crying at the same time. i didn't want to kick you in the face. i felt helpless. i freaked out. i started crying. i couldn't gauge your reaction, but it seemed to me you thought i was overreacting. maybe. still, you can't grab my ankles, and not stop when i say Stop.	070727
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Tickling:	it'll getcha.	070727
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thieums	I'll tell you what happened kiddo This is what happened: When you were born, three guys came From the desert with many riches Great presents, I tell ye! But you know, here we don't like Arabs So we called the CIA. They were mumbling something about you being a Saviour Son of God or something Would you believe that???? I'll tell you whose son you are!! You're the son of my DICK! And I tell ye the Mary won't ever see this "God" guy... Never, ever again. Anyway, they carried them away to Guantanamo Now they can do their mumbo-jumbo with their friends there. And I TELL YA: next time I have to fetch you dead drunk at the O'Donnell Pub, grab you by the ankles and pull you in the trunk of our car, I won't be that easy on you.	080518

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