i was thinking about your miguelexicon in the shower today--no wait, let me finish--cause at my hotel room the stink-tank is in the shower. and it's less a toilet than a squatty potty (hole in the ground). and i was missing the days when i had a good stink-tank to do some thinking and stinking on. unnecessary information, i know. the moral of the story. Beard on, fellow whiskerini.
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