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Labels: Fucking Metal, Hot Poop Filler, Metallica
posted by Hank Mohaski at 3:49 PM
Master orator, A-1 flirt, table tennis champion, world class lover, known slacker, sinistral minstrel, funky drum machiner, actual guitar hero, hungry freak, radio disc jockey extraordinaire, Pope of Discordia, advanced sloganeer, licensed coffee drinker, authorized cat fancier, snow globe juggler, ice skating judge, bonsai superstar, published poet with an unpublished number, understander of Jazz, leader of men, follower of my mom, Oracle database user, part-time billboard liberator, full-time Grand Marquis handler, accomplished pipe smoker, dental floss tycoon, fully-certified celebrity impersonator, dues-paying snake-handler, hyphen-minister, soft-spoken carrier of big sticks, amateur sleuth, semi-professional haberdasher, professional lifestyle consultant, chronic inhaler, retired bartender, grower of beards, psychic to the stars, Mint Spy agent, Friend Of Flat Atom, action figure model, stunt double, former paperboy, previous drunk, perpetual teen, and Nobel Prize winner in Theoretical Etymology. I'm also mighty handy with very large axes, extremely small firearms, celery salt, and Derrida texts. Possibly fake references available upon request.
2 Comments:
Hank...
25 years past HS.
No tatoos....no Armani bags.
The wood doesn't come as quickly.
Yet I am eager to fetch it
Those "books in front of the boner moments"..ahh yes...just don't jazz in the pants...a long gone memory
I jones for the days of an honest prolonged stifffie.
Well, I've got tattoos, and I do own a sweet leather briefcase, though it's not Armani...
As for wood - still no need for little blue pills at the age of 40+, and whattya know, Metallica's new album isn't bad, though I'd never play it while sexing...That's what ElectroFunk-era Miles Davis or Wiseblood's Motorslug LP is for...
Motorslug!
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