Today we're looking in on an AA meeting and a guy named Phil said one time he was so stoned that during a viewing of It's Complicated in the scene where Meryl's drinking wine with her friends and one of them says "her friend's vagina closed up from too long with no sex", Phil looked in his underpants and mistook his mangina from inadvertent dick tuck and had a panic attack. The next guy, I didn't get his name,said he once had sex with a chicken and the guy across from him said "did yours die too?" Dang, all that was missing was some guy admitting he tried Portnoy's idea of porking a slab of calves liver heated on the radiator. Oh those wacky addicts. Even if only 1% of us are suffering from the disease, that's more than our entire prison population. I just thought of the line in unknown movie where the guy says "I have have the disease of sexual addiction" and his buddy replies "of all the diseases at least you have the best one". See? Like farting loudly and laughing at a funeral, I am chuckling at some sad bad shit called addiction.

I can't rest rest until The Epistle is done. This weekend is my imposed deadline. Thankfully the bios are all 9s and sweet sixteen starts tonite. Lingerie models are like using the hand held with hot water directed at the 'tate - feelings, nothing more than feelings.