blogrolling tales: a story told in blog links

Meryl was the youngest of three daughters and an unashamed liberal. She fancied herself a pundit and had a gaggle of freelance newspaper jobs to her credit, but those mostly were offered to her after she would sleep with an editor. Or two.

She caused quite a buzz around town when one day she got her finger caught in an electric heater. See, the heater was in Oliver's apartment, Oliver being the guy who owned the juice bar on Fifth Street. Oliver had a big mouth and told the EMT who came to rescue Meryl's broken finger from the heater that Oliver was, indeed "imbibing in Meryl's big pink cookie," so to speak.

25 May 2003
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