Whistlepigby Violet Tiara August 23, 2004 Loud and sweet,
the howling of the whistlepig erects my nipples like sails taut in the wind. Sailfish taught me to win by cheating at cards, like a cardinal at charms or an oriole with arms. Whistlepig, whistlepig, let me in, caught by the hair on your skinny tin fin. It's just my luck to get fucked on a wagon by Chuck who'd suck a duck for a buck! Old Spice tastes nice on rice, but for half the price a calf with lice will cough in your soup—delicious! Pernicious rumors spread by baby boomers ruined my rep at the shipyards. But playing cards with retards will even get you barred from Menards. Vietnam was the bomb, that's word being spread by Deadheads. And redheads like Ed's bed according to the graffiti I've read. Whistlepigs ain't that big, but they feel like suede, sorta. And they'll suck the fat from your aorta like a lipo machine on Tommy Lasorda. I'd bet an erector set you'd wet the vet if you slept over. I hear he's got a deer clinic in Andover and he's got plastic sheets so come on over! Cleats made from beets would fit my feet, according to the guy at the shoe store. But don't ask what he wears that noose for, Unless you want to hear a moose roar. Whistlepigs! Whistlepigs stole my dozen donuts! I didn't tell them they could go nuts, I just said that they could share one. I guess they can't count or don't care none. I'm most pissed that one with the horizontal wrinkles made off with the pink mint sprinkles. This is a topping with which I'm quite taken, but today I'll have to settle for Whistlebacon! Milestones1982: Rok Finger's scheduled sex change operation is cancelled when he's told the technology does not yet exist to change your sex from "Bone Dry in Death Valley" to "Gettin' Some."Now HiringGoofus. Extreme cosmic fuck-up needed to offset commune staff as a whole boatload of Gallants. Pratfalls a plus. Strike that: Apparently we already filled this position with some Pludd guy months ago. Thought he was just an office in-joke, sorry.Last 5 Places Saddam Hussein Was Hiding
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