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Monday, April 06, 2009

OFOOKIT, WATTERS, NOW WHAT WHAT WHAT?*&!


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Thrown off a speeding cabbage truck on Route 66 as a baby, The Buffalo survived by clinging to the rear bumper of a Corvette Stingray until it stopped for pecan logs at Stuckey's. He eventually went as mad as a Hatter, then became as crazy as a shithouse rat. Fearing that every day might be his last he has rogered his way through many a hot minx (so far avoiding paternity suits) and now spends his time writing romantic comedies at trendy bookstore coffee shops where he secretly ogles leggy girls in short skirts. The Bird was sat in the car park of Heston Services off the M4 and scratched his right tit. The Wonderbra dug into his flesh. How convincing as a cross-dressing whore was he? How was he going to explain it all to his mum afterwards when it made the BBC Ten O’Clock News? The things a writer has to do to earn an honest crust.
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