There was this crazy little 18-year-old lesbian with an orange afro and a faceful of herps in rehab with me. She talked non-stop, and about half of what she said was "I FULFILL YOUR KISSES WITH MY TACO-FLAVORED KISSES." It drove me nuts then, but it's been several weeks now, and I've had time to clear my head, and . . .
Still it haunts me. It was like being locked up with Cornholio or somesing.