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Monday, Oct. 4, 2002 -
Ap�sl�min ida corbalanyrtne 'ls�o rohl'daathi�m v� nen�a iroyss�rd.

A couple of notes on usage:

When I said, in the previous entry, that Jer and I had sex, it was not sex according to the infamous Clintonian definition of sex, which basically restricts sex to breeding only. For example, the love of a good cigar cannot produce children, and therefore is not sex, regardless of where or how you smoke the cigar. In a manner of speaking.

Um.

That doesn't clarify much, does it?

When I said Jer and I had sex, I didn't mean to imply that we engaged in sexual intercourse, i.e. anal intercourse. We didn't. Not on that night. And not since, either.

However, when I said that the Fiend took* me, I certainly meant to imply that I was classically fucked up the ass with the Fiend's hard, throbbing, purple-helmeted warrior of love.

It's important to understand these nuances, isn't it? After all, God, as they say, is in the details.

Or is it hell that's in the details?

Oh, well...same difference.

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*For people who enjoy that sort of thing, you can read an exhaustively delineated definition of the word took at Dictionary.com.

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Ap�sl�min ida corbalan� 'lse nesgla ugar�-cham sa cru ogrulho bat�oltha al�mv�sde.

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