And what about this?
posted by L M at 4:38 PM
Friday, August 31, 2007
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When I lived at my grandma's house I used to think a Swordfish, and maybe some sharks would come out of the bathtub drain and attack me. Starfish I could have handled!
Sharks would be welcome. They would at least move and not just lie there with their fatiguing passive-aggressive agenda.
Ewdward R. Burro writes: When I was a war corresponder in the great war, we had no bathtubs, hence we had no stickers. We would get up early and rub our bodies with smoldering meerschaum pipes. This act served two purposes: it warmed our skin and it made us smell form pipe tobacco.
Later, when our side liberated a town, we would find the trenches of our enemy and devote a period of our time to somber reflection. Still later we would enter the houses of the townspeople and rub our bodies with waterpipes. This served only to get the stale smell of turkish tobacco on our skin. I don't know why we did not think to wash, but the two acts seemed to correspond,don't you agree?
I could not agree more, and it is only because I wish to spare you the stink of so much horseshit that I do not give you the reasons why the man who claims to be a doctor and I differ on this point. In short, however, you, Sir, or Madam, as the case may be, a refulgent archetype of correctitude.
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