There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didnโt. I failed myself.
Libba BrayGonzo narrows his eyes. 'How often do you clean that thing?' 'Every night,' the waitress answers. Her smile is strained. 'That's it? Do you know how long it takes for Listeria to grow under those hot lamps, even with ice?' Here we go. 'It can happen in just five hours. Five hours and you've got the salad bar of death!' The waitress looks confused. 'From Listerine?
Libba BrayJust once Iโd like to meet a fella who isnโt a phony. Somebody who doesnโt wanna buy me a fur so he can show me off to his boys.
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