Sep 30, 2007 00:59
I have seen many a circumcision in my day, but none as gruesome as one I saw last night. This tiny, little balding black baby, with a block-square penis had the most foreskin I had ever witnessed. It was probably the equilivent of a 35 year old Rabbi. You could literally probably wear the foreskin for a mask, if one were so obliged. Next on the agenda, my uncanny and ridiculous fascination with Pacifico Clara beer. I do believe this could be a downwhirl spiral into a beautiful alcholism. Also, I have been writing little poems for my beloved baby girl uteri, in a little series titled: "WOMB WOMB WOMB: DON'T GO HOME: ESSENTIAL AND IMPORTANT WORDS TO MY BABY FETUS SEVIGNY AISLIN PARK: THE ULTIMATE FRUIT OF THE WOMB". Here is an example:
hey there junebug,
don't wake up mommy,
because daddy will have to wake up too
hey there little tiny junebug,
don't bite the nipple,
for the nipple is the nectar of your precious little life
hey there tiny junebug,
whenever you flop out, i hope you look like me,
because your mother looked like a disgusting mexican when she was born
and my genes are too pretty for such tragedy
Sure, it's not literary genius, but this is HEART, people. but here is my favorite:
This semen is a special gift
Plant this seed in only the best
Let the dust that remains be left seen,
For this is the future for you and me
With that aside, I am making quite a stir at my work. I am officially known as the Parody of Jews, and last night I also unconcidentally made a joke about Tay-Sachs (a disease in which acid develops on the brain, for which Jews are highly suspectible to) and Jews and then "whites" and breast cancer, when a lady on the floor who was also Jewish was also about to have both of her boobs cut off. Ouch. Trust me, I felt that burn.