February 15, 2005
Notes From Underground
No disrespect to Dostoyevski, but he didn't know the half of it. Parsed from my temporal lobe, for your amusement:
ME: Mom, what's fucking?
MOM: Go ask your dad.
ME: Dad, what's fucking?
DAD: What that damn dog does.
ME: Oh.
ME: Mom, why does my wiggy get all stiff? Am I sick?
MOM: Go ask your dad.
ME: Dad, why does my wiggy get all stiff? Am I sick?
DAD: Don't wory about it, boy. You have a tongue like a damned steer.
ME: Oh.
And from those conversations I have crafted my worldview, ultimately. Skeery, ain't it?
I've always advanced the theory that a 4" tongue beats an 8" pecker any day.
Posted by: mike at February 15, 2005 10:37 PMHell, Mike. You make it sound like an either/or proposition. Oh. I'm so sorry.
Posted by: Velociman at February 15, 2005 10:53 PMI believe every word you wrote and they do, indeed, reflect your "world view."
Posted by: Acidman at February 15, 2005 11:46 PMThat god damned Senator......what a pistol. He knew the fucking sub would sink, didn't he?
Posted by: bitterman at February 15, 2005 11:58 PMAre you suuure we're not related?
Posted by: og at February 16, 2005 12:33 AMHeh, maybe I should start clicking on those spam emails...
Posted by: mike at February 16, 2005 12:49 PMI think it's nice you have a tongue like a steer.
I also think you were right, just didn't know it, when a wiggy gets all stiff, you are sick, and not thinking right. Your brain starts to think about one thing and one thing only, doesn't it? I mean when your thinking with your wiggy that's all your thinking with at the time, isn't it?
So see, stiff wiggy's cause brain damage.
I still think it's very nice that you have a tongue like a steer.
Posted by: BeeBee at February 17, 2005 5:24 PM