Moniker

Kind of a funny word or how someone from Queens pronounces Monica.

I spent a few hours today with two people each struggling with a severe physical illness. I had a good time. I hope they would say the same. I accompanied one to a doctor’s appointment and the other was a visit to their home. When I got back home, I fell fast asleep on the couch.  The combination of being tired and watching baseball on TV is almost as potent as not being tired and watching golf. I could’ve undergone a completely pain-free colonoscopy on that couch. I was deep. Of course when I awoke I would’ve wondered why there was lube on my ass and increased gasiness over baseline.  Instead there was no lube on my ass but I am puzzled nonetheless by the increased flatulence. A new baseline has been established I suppose.  I try and trace this back to something dietary like gum, licorice, freezer-burned ice cream, fresh ice cream, custard and/or sherbet, cooked tomatoes and the like to no avail.

During the Holocaust, did people call it the Holocaust? For instance,”Oh fuck, I can’t believe it’s still the Holocaust!” I just can’t leave it be.

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Certainly can increase the baseline.

Author: plutvak

Finally putting those thoughts down that had people scrunching their faces or quietly sneaking away but nonetheless made me laugh. So scrunch, sneak, laugh, enjoy.

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