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Thoughts of a dying humourist
Sunday, September 04, 2005


Wrap your tongue around this

Today ,walking around in the shop a bit, I notice the ice-cream.
More, specifically, the long tubular ones.



Ive stopped eating them altogether, for fear of being gaped at by the opposite sex. No amount of distraction keeps their eyes away : I've tried talking incessantly inbetween, putting the t.v on really loudly, nothing helps.

Thing is, there is absolutely no way to consume the the thing without
a) Sticking it in your mouth and sucking
b) Licking it

So its really uncomfortable being watched like that, especially when you know he's
thinking "porn star" while youre thinking " rainbows and strawberry flavoured ice-cream"

WHY boys.....?

And shifting gears for a minute - have you ever tried google-ing your name? Turns out I'm a character in a Russian Children's book. :)
Anni
00:23

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