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Monday, December 28, 2009

Chestnuts Roasting

Six and a half years ago I married Brantley, and subsequently took away his balls. I placed them in my purse, and there they stayed until Christmas, when I saw fit to give them back.

Nothing sets off a Saab convertible like genitalia. Merry Christmas, honey. Don't let them go to your head.