Chapter 27: I slept with a Argentine woman (once)

Enough with the cock and balls and the vagination.
Mastication.
I don’t even know what that means.
Actually, I do in this case, but three syllable words can get a little tricky for me.
So I keep it simple. I try to anyway.

I got a friend who’s wicked mad good with the wordplay game.
He sits silently and observes most of the time but every once in a while he busts out with all his intelligence.
Which makes me wonder exactly what that word means.
It’s a big word for starters, and for finishers it’s all relative, isn’t it?
Not.
A tight taught knot we’ve got already!

Fucking Irish.
I mean Fighting Irish, is what I ment to say.
Notre Dame.
IRA.
St. Patty’s.
Some river in Chicago or Boston getting dyed red.
I mean green…red wouldn’t make any sense!
Four leaf clover.
Munchkin’s.
Not Munchkins, I mean, those little dudes.
Dwarfs? No, LEPRACHAUN!
Damn that was difficult to get out!
And that, my friends are the immediate associations I have to Ireland.

Pretty pathetic, perhaps.
But perhaps it is you, with your eveil eyes, that chose to interpret it that way.

Enough with the cyclical dialogue.

Ok.
FWD.
Always try to keep moving forward.
Cuz you’re working hard to go fwd and if you pause to try something or start thinking about the past, you might get held up.

I’ve never been held up before.
I’ve lived vicariously through the movies, on both sides, but never in real life.

Speaking of dreams, I had one the other day where I made out with a couple of sisters.
Just when it was getting good, the dream would shift.
And then there was a rivalry thing going on and that kind of made the dream a little less exciting.
Boring.
Stupid.
Lame.
Duh.
I was trying to add words in the same theme and each word had to be shorter than the one before, and so on and so on.
But my vocab and my options were used up pretty quick.

Pretty quick ejaculation problem.
I tend to ejaculate very quickly.
It’s a very strange phenomenon because in actuality I either e-jack really quickly or I last for hours.
I’m usually drunk when the latter happens.
Whenever I read “latter” in a text I have to think about which option would make more sense because I have a hard time remembering what “latter” means…the first one or the second one?
And then I also associte it with “ladder” which is an imaeg I have to fight off when I’m trying to figure out number 1 or number 2.

I go number 2 quite a bit, and mostly I enjoy it.
A separate sort of piece.

I read that book in high school. Maybe most of us did.
Finny.
Funny Finny, sounds like Fanny.
Fanny is to pack.
Fanny Pack.
Knick knack patty wak, through a dog a bone.
I have no idea what I’m saying but I know I’ve heard it from somewhere.

I used to say cock in the butt all the time, forgetting that it was a reference to a porno website I had been visiting, and I was so scared that someone might find out about my habits.
Interenet habits.
Internet clothing. (from English to French!)

You are boring.
No you’re not and neither am I, but nonetheless I’m bored right now.

I’m a fake, I’m a frog.
I sat across from him in a pub off the high street near UCL, and he kept saying “I feel like a frog” and I asked him to repeat it and he would, with a perfectly straight face. It wasn’t til later that I realized he wasn’t saying frog.
He was saying “fraud”. “I feel like a fraud”. And then I breathed a little easier because my friend wasn’t weird or strange, I had just heard him wrong.

Wrong turn, no left turn, no no no.
Enough with the no’s already.
No’s.
Nose.
Where do I wanna go with this one.
Funny silly cakes.
I’ll slap you silly you little cream filled doughnut.

By the way, goodnight and

I think
I
May

Be fall

Ing
In
LoVE
Wit

You.

I said maybe.

Word to your moms.