The moment he entered the bar, I knew that Mister J. wasn't your usual guest. Maybe it was the way his eyes darted around, taking the measure of everything he saw, or that half smile as he twirled ... [+]
from scratching this rash
makes me think that there must
be some really good cash
in selling the shameless
a new herbal boon:
buy a poison oak compress,
and itch till you swoon!