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Beulah Bondi
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Tuesday, Feb. 25, 2003 - 11:34 a.m.
10:10 a.m. Having spent a long weekend in Vegas with my hardcore party buddies Miss M, TJC, J-me and many bottles of Jameson�s Irish Whiskey it was not so far fetched that when Miss M and I stepped into the taxicab bound for the airport that we assumed we were to be future stars of HBO�s Taxicab Confessions. Knowing it was a short ride to McCarran Airport we wasted no time launching into a diatribe of our adolescent (and not so adolescent) homosexual experiences, abusive relationships (i.e. parental, sibling, occupational), drug experimentation (past and present), prison records, body augmentation (current and future), as well as spewing every dirty dark sorted secret of every dirty dark sorted liaison we have ever had. The driver could hardly get a word in edgewise as Miss M bared more than her sole to a camera we later learned was simply a coffee mug.
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