September 07, 2005
One glorious day...
...in the springtime, many years ago, ever so far up Tinkly-Winkly Lane and behind Old Farmer Fumblwumble's very biggest lovely haystack could be seen a vast glabrous excresence, pullulating obscenely and blanketing the neighborhood in a repulsive stench.
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shuldn he of speled 'naborhoud' wihth a 'u'?
Unfortunately, we underestimated the damage we were doing to their fragile psyches, and many of the poor little tykes moved to New Jersey where they became Hippies.
Twenty years later, I have mixed emotions when I run over someone wearing tie dye.
But I steel myself and do it anyway. After all, I have an obligation to society.
vague - il take teh thouhgt for teh... uhhh. thought.
You make a good point and I imagine that they are both equally satisfying, if for different reasons.
(a favourite of my youth: I was a strange boy).
But anyway, what's the next bit HAcubed?
dr m - duno what coms next. it was just a exuse to say 'cuold be seen'. which i hate obsesively. its not just teh pasive vioce its smug an cuetsey too. eeueueurrrghgh. horable.
Needless to say, things just aint been the same
Maybe a warning would help, I don’t know, don’t fucking care anymore, truth be told.