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Monday, December 01, 2003 |
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HeyHo Peepz!
Yaaay! Trav & Tine have chimed in... awwwyeeaaah! I feel a large shipment of crack comin' in. Magic! Turkey Days were mostly good. I got bored towards the end, though. I am coming to realise that NYC is no longer really a city that never sleeps. The Big Apple is napping big-time these days. I may be wrong, mind you - perhaps there's like mad shit going down in the boogie-down, or BK and Q-town... but the island, man... the island... just snoozin' late at nights. Bullet Items: 1 - I wrote a story about a wombat (well kinda). Read it if you please. 2 - Am I a bad uncle for giving my nephew Red Bull? Judge for yourself here. 3 - So I was skulking about in CL RoFo one day when someone confessed to having gone for an acupuncture/massage session and having had an experience that left them in tears. The woman involved told how she was laying naked, face down on the massage table, when she felt the acupuncturist pull something from between her butt cheeks. He subsequently displayed to her the object - a fairly sizeable (and brownish) dingleberry. She claimed to have been so upset by the episode that she burst into tears and left. I have no way to ascertain whether this anecdote is true or not, but I intend to embellish and write a piece of fictional humor about it. The tentative title is: 'The Acupuncturist vs. The Klingon'. Prepare to piss yourselves soon. Hopefully I will write a crack-specific piece for this blog as well. Yes, that would be special. Till next time kids. *Peace* |
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