Well, OK. It’s never too late to learn.
Boy, that last post sank like a stone, didn’t it? Let’s bury it a little further right now. It was just stream of consciousness, in a way. I bit my tongue, I wrote about biting my tongue, I bit my tongue because I was eating too fast, food was in my mouth because of the eating, and yeah, it made kind of a nasty picture, but believe me, the reality was much worse for me than the description was for you.
Somehow it just turned into that kinky kissing thing which, coming right after the ghastly image of half-masticated food – and come on, some of you were also thinking about blood, too, weren’t you? – well, I can see now that it was just too much. Since I am a sophisticated man of the world, you’re probably thinking “How could he have committed such a faux pas?” I could say that I love you all, and I was overwhelmed by the desire to plant a smooch on you. In fact, that’s really my only defense, weak as it is. So that’s what I’ll say.