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Monday, January 03, 2005
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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.
4 comments:
nice.
You don't just use your sock, like a teenaged boy?
I AM a woman. What, you don't squirt?
Ok, truth be told: I'm actually a hermaphrodite.
Oh, the shame you've coaxed out of me. Damn your clever ways.
Real men drink their semen. Wait, I didn't mean that. I meant...Real men use only socks or a woman's hair. That's what was supposed to slip out.
God I wish I had thought of that
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