Whinging, Part II

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Maybe you have the flu.  Or an ovarian cyst.  In other words, we’re completely fucking useless.

About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

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  1. I didn't know Peenee's first name and middle initial were “Preparation H.”! (All y'all gotta quit feeding me straight lines, or I'm gonna need to join Weight Watchers.)

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  2. Goodness…Now I'm worried! You take care of yourself out there.

    Anyway I blame that Creature from the Blore/Lorre Lagoon brunch you had. I'm sure that's how you get ovarian cysts, from bad brunches.

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