Monday, February 20, 2006
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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:
my eyes!
we don't do the number game with a scale of 1-10 anymore. we do it with how many beers it would take to hit it...i say now 20, but i know if i'm 6 in it'd be 7
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