2007-09-15

It's My Wife, And It's My LIFE!


The Velvet Underground - Heroin

one of my favorite pieces of fiction posits that those of us who prefer to drive on the wrong side of the road suffer/benefit from a wholly unique, if inexplicable condition...

to paraphrase, a veritable lifetime of perpetually fucking up, followed unconditionally by a string of unwarranted, illogical second chances.

why is all this happening for us?

as is the case in the matter of figuring out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop (TM), "the world may never know..."

p.s. if you put the pieces together, i mean really give it a go, the name of the aforementioned fave piece of collected sheets of paper will become evident. now sod off while i polish your mama's slit.

2 comments:

Daniel Cardona said...

It took me 347 cock sucking style sucks to get to the center, don't know about licks though...

The girls in my science class in 8th grade made it obvious I wasn't licking - F'N whores.

Yet the paradox is that when one decided to make declarations on my penis size by making fun of it (sight unseen) she freaked out like a punk and covered her face the moment I was going to undo my button fly do shut her up.

yak said...

the velvets are amazing...