A series of Dana's writing.
It was supposed to be a brief meal.
Four hours later, I was still laughing too hard to write down everything Dana said.
But she had been warned. When one encounters a better writer than oneself one can only rip off said writer in self defense.
On certain attempts of style:
"He combs his hair with a washcloth."
On the insults of aging and limited mobility:
"I could fool anything but a flight of stairs."
On the fact her doctor is moving her office right across the street from her apartment:
"I won't be late if there's no red light."
And last, but not least, on our favorite actor:
"He's a walking sex experience."
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