I emailed Carol with my warm and fuzzy Def Leppard memories. She emailed me back with a bunch of memories that I should remember. But don't really. Now I have to email her back and admit that I have no idea what she is talking about. I'm old. She's not. Yikes!
Tonight Jesse and I ate dinner at Jacoby's. They had spicy peanuts on the table. We were eating them when the waitress came and left a couple moist towelettes for us. She said to be sure to wipe our hands when we were done and to not touch our eyes because it would sting. One time my friend's boyfriend made dinner for them and it involved cutting jalapenos. Later that night they were getting all amorous and it was all fun and games until she felt a strange burning sensation "down there." That's right. It started to burn and burn and felt like her kootchie was on fire and I had to yell "HELP! HELP!! MY CROTCH IS ON FIRE!! GET AWAY FROM ME!! DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!!!!" A moist towelette would have come in handy for my friend.
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