Wednesday, May 07, 2008

O Fortuna

Anne sat thoughtfully, sipping her tea. It had been a trying day. Mother had upset her by sabotaging her chances with Tom Jenkins - who knew Mother could do a dead-on impression of her? It was surely spinsterhood now! Was it really bad? Oh, who was she kidding...Mother had "admitted" to her fondness for regular enemas.

As she glanced down at her teacup, the tealeaves began to swirl into a recognizable word:


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