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Jun. 24th, 2006 11:16 amThe very first thing that happened when we got to the party last night was that Jason, el bartender, spilled a votive candlefull of wax all down my leg. Fortunately there was some distance between the top of the bar and me, so while it was certainly still liquid enough to totally cover my shin with wax, it didn't actually hurt.
I may have actually said, "Well, it's not really a party until I get covered in wax." But if I did say that, I certainly wouldn't tell you.
I may have actually said, "Well, it's not really a party until I get covered in wax." But if I did say that, I certainly wouldn't tell you.