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- Mick
- In 1968, a baby boy was born and his parents named him Michael. As a cute little zero year old, he had a little round nose and made gurgly noises. But, he also had colic which tired his mama out and his grandmother often rocked him to sleep. One night, while doing this, she nicknamed him "Mickey" and that is why people also call him Mick. He grew up in upstate New York in a place too remote to be called anything. There were a lot of bugs and his Dad yelled at him for using too many paper towels. Little Mickey tried to have fun playing war with his friends and shooting BB guns. He didn't apply himself very much in school and he graduated high school Magne Cum Lousy. One day in 1986 he discovered a lump in his neck which he promptly ignored for more than 6 months. As fate would have it, it was Hodgekin's Disease and after months of dicking around with inept doctors, he promptly underwent aggressive treatment involving brutal tests and chemotherapy. This lasted a year followed by many years of paranoia. This is where he learned to suffer and it payed great dividends. Now he teaches 13th grade at a college in Ohio where he suffers daily.
4 comments:
Big jugs do deserve an "A." I think we should expose the "A" jugs and keep jugs at the "C" level and lower under wraps. I should get a job at the UN.
It should be noted that there are many "A"-list jugs in Newark Valley.
what did the original say?
Never mind...
Just needed to read a little farther...
You ought to be able to do much damage if you keep the left over letters- should I keep my eyes open for any changes around here?
I can't keep the letters Krystal. I'd feel too guilty.
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