Saturday, March 2, 2013

Yakuza Lounge Lizards
Several phobias from my previous life as a heavyset and ill-mannered Korean lesbian have admittedly contributed to my ancillary anxieties.

I died from a poisoning by shrimp at that dive famous for its chicken fried chicken gizzards and notorious for its pompadoured Yakuza lounge lizards.

Now breaded meat and karaoke give me the heebie jeebies and my aversion to seafood causes my palms to sweat at the mention of the mermaids of Fiji.

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