April 03, 2006
whan i wast at teh orphenege theyrewas a lital boy named mopo their. he was nice enuough. he chewd on wood alot. he didit moare as he got oldar. hed be gnawlign away u know at night on teh legds of is bead an aftar a while u got useto it. hed eventuly chew righght throughh but he was quick! like bialed asparegas! he aways got outa the way in time. thered be a crassshsh an hed gigal like 'ha ha u didn get me this time!' than hed hafta ganaw on the othar legs to get it evand out.
last i herd he wsa swroking for meril lynch on walstreet.
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Or maybe that should be heterography.
Dammit, I know Arlington wants to keep this blog funny and light-hearted, and here I am waxing paedagogical. [sigh]
odray - he didn gnawl turuohg tehf ondatoins but teh recuse popoelpel herd a sorta gridnnign suond in teh rubbal for abuot 24 huors after teh event.
iven - yeh he culda done anyhtigin but he lacked teh will.
phill - yeh tehy read us scery storey oncet an mpoopo was freked out for weeks.
footetar - in teh marien corps they tol me it aint nothhhign to wory abuot - 'one shot cuares it an u aint a man unntil u had it'. duno if tahtl hep ur fren but i ofar it for waht its wroth.
da #2 - 'disastrography'! i liek it!
giall - wel i liek to ththtignngk im atlest moderatly efable.
By the way I think I know this mopo guy, he now manages the Merril Lynch global energy fund.