Don't Say Local Comedy Doesn't Pay
A guy gave me jewelry after my set at the Quail last night. He said it just felt right.
Now who wants to eat this off my sweaty neck?
Sure, the cats have licked it, so it kinda smells like Fancy Feast now, but it's still mostly intact . . .
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In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.