Could I interest you in a pair of lacy satin reinforcement bibs for aberrant bicuspids? I gather not. In any lace, happy frolicking afterbirthday. Do enjoy seeing Slappy Angst, the Existential Comedian, perform in the Grecian Latrine Room during this ultra-special time. (While you're up, Admiral, do enjoy a few extra huffs of nitrous oxide on the, how-you-say, house. And try not to picture the late Bella Abzug saying, "We go to motel now, Johnny?")
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