Saturday, August 25, 2007


I found this in which I described Wyatt's job:

Chicks with Tricks come. Spicks with Glocks come.
Chicks do Tricks with Spicks with Glocks some.
Trick Chicks Cock Block Spicks with Glocks.
Cock Blocked, Glock Cocked.
Glock Burns, Tricks Turned.


At 9:22 AM, Blogger Deathlok said...

NOTE: This post was approved by my friend José.

At 9:47 AM, Blogger Wyatt Earp said...

Bawahahahaha!!! I remember that!

At 6:01 PM, Blogger skywriter said...

Wasn't that from the Philly based Seuess book "Horton Hires a Ho?"

At 7:24 PM, Blogger zippychik said...

Brilliant! Dlok, you are indeed the Walt Whitman of our generation!

At 8:20 PM, Blogger Deathlok said...

Hey Sky! You stick to the beautiful prose. I'll handle the witty banter. . .. Good One though.

Zip, not only that. I've driven on the Walt Whitman Bridge AND eaten from a Whitman's Sampler.


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