My tubes must have been untied during the "heart surgery" in New Haven. Lester must have been responsible.
Any and all New Haven citizens, tell me where Lester is, and I will reward you handsomely.
As one of the most social orthodontists in Valencia, I can say with acuity that this voluble blog, whose dilating domain of discourse reflects the author's uncanny cultivation, will warm--like the vortex of a Brazilian whore against my pulsing member--the hearts of all who shall espy it. My vocation, lest you forget, is to perfect the human smile.