In the course of a evening of expensive cheeses, while I dialed in the alignment in the ligaments of my cumberbund, I realized that my chicken technology had slipped. Rather tha expose this shallow gaffe to the array of prehensile breasts, I deftly sidled into a booth and made my adjustments there. With a stainless steel ratchet, some toothpicks and an array of used and somewhat flimsy religious icons, I was fixed up and ready to go in no time.
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