The Kackistocrat's Handbook for the Recently Deceased.
My childhood was typical--summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds; pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of 14 a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles . There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking…I suggest you try it -- Dr. Evil
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What's this? A new sport, perhaps? Sloshfootball! Now, why wasn't I invited? Fuckers.
Yes, it was sloshfootball! you weren't invited because you live 500 miles away. We'll keep you in mind for next time!
How about Slosh-foot-soft-golf?
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