currently, this blog encounters the following question:
what if Nancy O'dell barked once or twice like a small dog, every time she heard the word"faghag". Eg., due to some kind of neuroleptic condition
the possibilities when entertaining this question is staggering. We find ourselves like the sculpting of the French sculptor, rodin or whoever it was, with our palm pressed to our faces, in deep thought.
just to think that it would be perfect fodder for Dr Phil.... The laughter, the tears.... The random college kids yelling out"faghag!", knowing it would cause her to bark, just for their own cruel pleasure
to be or not to be
for whether tis nobler to take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end up.....
to sleep, perchance to dream
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