Friday, April 16, 2010

Things Tattoed On My Male Chicken

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I was thinking of adding your mom's name but her mouth was always too busy to tell me her first name. LOL

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About Me, Not You

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.