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.
3 comments:
It was your little....text that saved this one from me asking you to fight. bear fisted. bear naked...hot...oil...
I'll take two.
Get me a year supply. You know where to send it. Make it two years.
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