Oh, how lovely to meet you, Mr. Emasculation. What's that? You've news from the homefront? Praytell, sir, do not tarry.
You say my wife was working on my auto-carriage? How humorous. I, too, toiled for two evenings on that self-same horseless buggy to no avail. So sad that my wife could not repair the electric candle in the rear which allows drivers to know when I'm slowing down.
I'm sorry, did I hear you correctly? She DID fix the auto-carriage? And she did it in 10 minutes, while I struggled like a special-needs child given a candy bar covered in barbed wire?
Oh, Mr. Emasculation -- the stories I heard of you were too true. E'en now my penis retreats inside me and my gonads shrivel at the embarrassment.
Farewell to you sir, though I'm sure we shall meet again, too soon for my tastes, no doubt.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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And you call yourself a doctor ...
Beautiful!
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