cjan
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Oncet, whilst living in the Florida Keys, I was up late reading in bed as was my habit. I also had a glass of bourbon over ice at my bedside table as was also my habit. Engrossed in my book, I reached for my glass for a sip, put it to my lips, and was surprised to feel a bunch ( eight I think ) of tiny insect legs scurrying on my bottom lip in frantic reverse. The legs belonged to one of our humongous, quaintly named, "Pametto Bugs" (read cockroach ). I, of course, flung the glass from my hand and did a curious dance whilst spitting and spluttering. The only thing to do was to repeatedly rinse my palate with bourbon for the rest of the night. Since then, nothing scares me anymore. Now, c'mere and kiss me...
< Message edited by cjan -- 9/4/2008 12:07:32 PM >
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