The first 6 hours of my birthday were great-all fornication, and the stale air of a cheap Aurora hotel room. The rest of the day was so regular it was strange. I called the young lady back we talked, but while I was at work I received six messages, and had ten calls from the same number, needless to say I'm creeped out.
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johnritchie:
indeed it is...
undershaker:
Such I read on a fairly reliable music web-board. (It also reported the Fats Domino disappearance and R.L.'s death.)