March 2010
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The Sexless Innkeeper
‘Twas the night before New Years and the weather grew mean It was three in the morning and I was stranded in Queens!
The tavern grew empty the gaslights grew dim the horse-drawn carriages were all but snowed in.
Last call was approaching and my fortunes looked bleak then I turned to my left and stifled a shriek.
She had a peach fuzz beard and weighed sixteen stone She gobbled up hot...
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