After we'd fucked, she whispered, "Eat me and I'll come again."

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And one of the most telling, and most underrecognised, aspects of the whole business is kids, the cognoscenti, having better, livelier things to do, DIDN'T WATCH TELEVISION. What they did was hang out with friends, play records, smoke reefer and take pills, stay up all night, carry on, meet and greet the world, and if all else failed they might have turned a TV on with the sound off, smoked some reefer and GOOFED ON IT.

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DATELINE:SQUARESVILLE-it's around Xmas and parties, well, parties are not what I'm after. I'd rather watch mold grow, I'd rather do the frigging laundry, but I've got this gal, see, who drags me to a screaming motherhumper of a gathering at which non-retarded children-and interested adults- are induced to sing happy birthday to Jesus. I'm thoroughly revolted-what's the earth coming to?-and only by sheer force of will do I avoid puking right in my eggnog.