Flowers For Ann

And thanks. Mostly I'm grateful for being out of town when the cheerleader won. And here we are, all red and scrubbed raw but no cleaner, gouged without lubricant or a reacharound. We have a fine selection of chemical solutions. Sir? Would you like to take a look? Are you okay? I think the fumes got us, and we never even knew. Wait! I can see! I can smell! My ass with both hands? No, will
you help me look? Nah, you'd just go losing it again. Mwah!