Yeah, it’s actually written on the sign like the TV show. Don’t expect to see Ross, Monica… ah fuck it I don’t remember their fucking names any more. But there may be a smelly cat or two hanging round.
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…and comes out a monger.
I want to talk about the first time. Because this was the moment, maybe the lightning bolt that opened up my mind (much like LSD) to the possibilities of the pleasures of the flesh. I was a young man, not much more than 20 years old and had just moved to the big city. [In retrospect the city wasn’t that big after all considering the populations of the places I frequent now.]
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