You know, about my vulgarity...let me clarify.
For almost a year I grew another human being inside of me, then I birthed
this infant on the floor of the infant's bedroom one hot morning in July,
then I walked with the infant, umbilical cord attached and all, into my
bed where the infant took claim to what I thought were My Breasts.
Carrying around a baby chimpanzee that dangles from ones teat constantly,
is a great lesson in self-sacrifice. So, not only was this a new adjustment
for me, but then I decide I'm going to leave my babies and go to law school,
the mere stress of taking the stupid entrance test (LSAT) and having to
give up drinking coffee for several weeks and then having SS and Sarfatso
bother my good pals, really sent me over the top.
Darn those womanly characteristics of emotionalism (ya, right.).
SS couldn't go a round with Nancy or me. We'd roll his fat ass up and down
the block.
Maybe we could harness him, strip him, layer his fatrolls in corn oil, get
him going pretty fast down a big hill, run alongside and then hop on! Woo-hoo!
The new Suleyman Ahmad ride...he'd hafta wear underpants though, and we'd
need a flatulence blocker too.
--Herbalist from Philly