Tuesday, April 17, 2007

A Face Like Fresh Tanned Leather.

I just had a piece of cake. It wasn't too good, but it was free. Hell, it even said "eat me" on it. Now I think I shall set it sailing. If anybody has a line on where a fella can find some softer company, let me know. Right now I think I'll find a place to bed down.

Take 'er easy,
Cleveland

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