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Evelyn Winterthyme, the doyenne of postprandial depression, stirred royal jelly into my hibiscus tea with her losing mahjong tile, then sucked it clean, clanking the tile against her gnu-bone dentures with a clack that was meant to convey, among other more interesting things, that my services as social lubricant were no longer needed. Now I was expected to provide regular lube.

Date Written: September 03, 2003
Author: Ewan Snow
Average Vote: 4

09/3/2003 anonymous (5):
09/13/2003 Dylan Danko (4): As someone very familiar with lube, I saw that joke coming. The mahjong tile however was a splendid touch.