10.8.10
Sometimes Life Is A Gas
It is now June 10. Today I had a new experience. Inger, my Swedish masseuse, had gas. I cannot describe the feeling of entrapment, laying on the table, her warm hands pushing and twisting about my torso to enliven my lymph glands while silently passing what can only be described as silent fart bombs.
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