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February 12, 2008

distinguishment

My mom was wrong. I'm not special. And as time passes, the severity of her error becomes more and more pronounced. Witness this article, sent to me by a co-worker, about how the f-word is becoming socially acceptable. If true, it means that I'll have to work even harder at being a pariah, and frankly I don't know what more I can do that doesn't involve the use of douche kits, a boat battery, tube socks and livestock.

Thank god for the c-words. They're my bread and butter, now.

posted by john at 06:25 AM  •  permalink