Re: RAT LICORICE FANS

[SylvainBBB@aol.com]

I don't really believe you. Isn't that aweful?

In a message dated Tue, 16 Jan 2001  2:11:25 AM Eastern Standard Time, "Joel Mckean" <iketips@earthlink.net> writes:

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>One time I wanted a snack, but instead of
>preparing it myself, I asked my mom and sisters
>to fix me a bowl of licorice whips.  My oldest
>sister complied, putting some whips into a bowl
>and placed the bowl on my lap.  That wasn't
>enough though, so I asked her to feed them to me.
>


I had a similar experience. A few years ago, I somehow got into my head the
notion that the most sensual experience possible would be to sleep nude in a
bed of Red Vines (red licorice twists). This was just two months after
getting out of the hospital following my disasterous attempt to sleep on a
bed of living cats. (Blew my NEA grant with that one-- fucking PETA people.)
I went to Smart & Final and got four big jars of Red Vines. I spread them
onto my bed. They only covered 3/4 of the surface. I went out and bought up
the stock of two boardwalk markets. I now had all the Red Vines in Venice.
It was just enough for me to lie on from feet to shoulders, with enough to
wrap around me somewhat.
It proved to be an uncomfortable night. While less painful than being clawed
by cats fighting for air, my persperation melded with the candy to make a
sticky, unpleasant mess that took two showers to remove fully. And the Red
Vines never call me.

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