I had heard rumors, whispers around corners..of a board where only the coolest kids in class go...and now I am here! OHMYGAWD! But then I thought, what if this is like when I tried to join the cool kids' club in the third grade? Can I handle the singularly humiliating experience of having pictures of my penis stapled up around school again? (If only they had waited until the cream had to started to take the rash down, the rest of that year would have been so much better!)
So I thought I'd make a poll.
P.S. I went to a rough school, ok?
P.P.S Not a true story.
P.P.P.S. Or maybe it is, and I've repressed it, and this is the way that my mind is trying to make me confront this old psychological wound? Ever think of that, smartass?
P.P.P.P.S Don't you find people that do all those multiple postscripts just waaaay too clever?
So I thought I'd make a poll.
P.S. I went to a rough school, ok?
P.P.S Not a true story.
P.P.P.S. Or maybe it is, and I've repressed it, and this is the way that my mind is trying to make me confront this old psychological wound? Ever think of that, smartass?
P.P.P.P.S Don't you find people that do all those multiple postscripts just waaaay too clever?
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye and asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
