Monday, January 7, 2019

An interview with a tampon stuffer



A tampon stuffing slave I met.  Ah my regret to meet a wetter than a soaked cat. A Lestat he was not. More a pot-smoking self-relieving sprite. Despite crystal instructions, naught he brought. A dope of excuses is what I got. A first 2019 snooze production at Backstage and my first 2019 mope. My Grab app rang, save by the sing cell.

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