So Sunday. After inviting my mom to SOUL FOOD SUNDAY at Potawatomie, we soon realized that the shit didn't start 'til 3:00. Damn, and they had greens. Instead, we went to some place in Cathedral Square, which was alright. So many Mo's having Martini's at noon. Now I understand why old queens like small dogs, mosturizer, and knitting . . . because
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