Feb 23, 2004
It's raining. It's pouring. The old man is snoring. And by "old man" I don't mean me, because I am obviously wide awake.
Ever since I cranked my hot water heater up to the SCALD setting, I have had the steamiest, most luxurious cleansing sessions. It's hot enough now that, if you simmer long enough, your meat will just fall right off the bone. I've taken to thinking of my tub as a stock pot and my bubbles as bouillon. The word "broth" comes to mind. Anyway, it means I'm clean.
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