February 6, 2005
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February 6th, 2005.
Friday night was our last night in Wilmington. We played the Rusty Nail, and the Nail dripped sex – and yet surprisingly… we did none of the dripping. I mean, yeah, Heather was hot and all… and as usual you couldn’t walk five slippery feet for females salivating over my luscious denim-clad posterior (yeah… you…