LONG TIME AGO...PIECE OF A CELL CONVERSATION BETWEEN ME & Pè ABOUT DIFFERT.....THINGS!
Me: I can’t drink, I’m celibate.
Pè: You mean sober? You mean sober!!
Me: No no, celibate. I’m practicing celibacy and drinking like facebooking does not go well with celibacy, because it makes everything and everyone seem kinda porny. Even my head gets cloudy and the next thing you know, I’m naked. And my point is that I’m celibate!
Pè: You celibate? I just don’t buy it.
Me: No more men.(Citing MER)
Pè: No more men? Really? You? (Citing ....Me)
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What should I be but a prophet and a liar,
Whose mother was a leprechuan. whose father was a friar?
Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water,
What should I be but the fiend's god-daughter?
Whose mother was a leprechuan. whose father was a friar?
Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water,
What should I be but the fiend's god-daughter?
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