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There was this crazy little 18-year-old lesbian with an orange afro and a faceful of herps in rehab with me. She talked non-stop, and about half of what she said was "I FULFILL YOUR KISSES WITH MY TACO-FLAVORED KISSES." It drove me nuts then, but it's been several weeks now, and I've had time to clear my head, and . . .

Still it haunts me. It was like being locked up with Cornholio or somesing.

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When I first passed this restaurant on Boston Post Road back in '01, I said: "Mom, LOOK! Those bears are humping the shit out of that sign." And yap, it still looks like that to me.