Unless, of course, it kicked my ass first - which has been known to happen.
About Me, Not You
- The Chief
- I was christened Wannahockaloogy by our tribal leader. He was a bitter old man with throat cancer who believed that, to truly hock a loogie, one must not retrieve the phlegm from the throat, but from the soul. His weakened, delirious state made it easy for me to overthrow him and seize control. Now, I am the chief and I have internet access. Beware, delirious smoking populace. Beware.
2 comments:
Ms. Shepherd's real name is Molly B. Weinerklacker.
That'll be ten dollars.
Thank you and good night.
I love my sheep soft and sexy.
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