Adrian, thanks to you, I am getting NO work done.
My icq is lit up like a Christmas tree.
People wanting to know why I would smell your finger....and (perhaps more importantly) where that finger had been.
When I explain that it was simply something we envisioned a
taxi- riding tranny flamingo in a pink fur coat, fringed boots and a manicure bag saying, I'm under the impression that they think I'm full of shit.
