Wall Posts and Messages between my friend Joe and I. Everything Joe says is like a burst of sunshine in your butt crack.
Joe: Chodey Foster
Joe:To find your prince, sometimes you gotta kiss a few chodes.
Me: I was just listening to your favorite band in college. The Chodies. And I just watched a movie from your favorite director, Steven Choderberhg. Enjoying an ice-cold choda-pop now.
Joe: Thanks for asking, rehab's going excellently!! No more Icehouse for this co-captain; strictly ChO'Douls
Me: Hey! I wanted to go online and write you an e-mail but my chodem wasn't working.
Here's my fave tangent
Joe: can you help me with this froner?
Me: looks like arthritis or maybe bursitis. It's definitely some kind of an itis.
Joe: I got a second opinion; turns out to be a bad case of the whistlin' chup-a-chups. May I borrow your hot water bottle and some Epsom salts?
Me: Oh man. not WCAC. Man my grandpa had that. Apparently that only happens when the testicles are constricted by being old as fuck and of course wearing polyester blend suit pants too many days in a row without washing. Maybe fabreez isn't the answer?
Joe: WCAC (pronounced VUH-KAK), amongst medical professionals and Scientologists that know their shit, is also known as the scrotal stenchy-clenchy. And surprisingly, Fabreez is actually a great deoderizer and works as a balming agent against the constriction, overall gootch tightening, and the dreaded rusty ball-bearings.
In fact, Fabreez has been announced as the top sponser for the 2009 WCAC Father Daughter 110 Decameter Sack Race/Pie Raffle held at Pastor Erickson's backyard grotto. It promises to be a real heavy-petter of a spiritual experience.
10 years ago
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