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fly on the wall
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3/9/2008 8:54:27 PM
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I checked into the Hotel California, and left.
Whoever said you can never leave had one too many appletinis.
I did enjoy shouting at people standing in line on the Sunset Strip from my car. I also had a fling with a woman who wanted me to f her on the lawn of the house where Sharon Tate was killed. Didn't interest me. I told her if she wants a cheap thrill I'll put on a Clint Eastwood mask and tell her to make my day. She agreed to that. Then I couldn't find a Clint Eastwood mask so she had to settle for the Penguin of Batman fame.
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3/9/2008 9:01:06 PM
So...did the pain go in ?
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3/9/2008 9:24:19 PM
She became addicted to bird sex. In subsequent weeks I had to dress up as Hawkman, the Birdman of Alcatraz, and the Toronto Blue Jays mascot. I drew the line at Tweety Bird and dumped her. A few months later I was on the rebound from a bad relationship and returned to her abode in the Hollywood Hills as Foghorn Leghorn and we partied all night with Talula Bankhead and Talula's posse of teenage drifters. It wasn't that satisfying of an experience as I recall.
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