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Before we even landed in Texas, I got a little action in the plane. It was sort of like the mile-high club, only much more disgusting.
I went to the washroom cabinet and, because of my severe motion sickness, I didn't look down when i flushed (If I put my head down on a plane, I'll barf, it's pretty great).
The person who used the washroom after me was this really really old, hobbling fat woman on a cane (prrretty sexy).
Next, Gourmet, our manager, used the john, but he got out right away and came straight to my seat.
"Hey, CowBella," he said, "I found this in the can; covered in old-lady pee."
Low and behold -- my cell phone was in his hands.
"I rinsed it for you," he said, "I went to use the john and found this cellphone caught in the toilet. I thought the old lady had dropped it, but when i picked it up, I saw the name CowBella on it, and I thought, 'This is going to be one hell of a trip.'"

Now I have a cellphone that is covered in postmenopausal pee. Hot.
When we got off the plane, we danced in the airport to celebrate my cellphone's new look -- or scent.
Sid dared Kim to jump on the carousel and dance along with the luggage.
It was a remarkable experience.

After a terrible night's sleep we're off to an afternoon party, to be proceeded by an evening party followed by a late-night party.
I will bring my cellphone and offer free long distance to people.
I'll tell them they can talk for hours.
Then they'll get a fetish for old-lady pee.
Niiiiiiiice.

Love,
CowBella and the Creature Gang


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