The B-Hole / 20 June 2005
Here’s me in the car today: “Choose a lane, you fucking b-hole!” Why would I choose to censor a bad word right after issuing a totally uncensored one? And isn’t butthole already kind of a censored version of another bad word? Sometimes it’s best to just distance myself from my brain, stay away from the scene of the crime and, you know, work up various alibis.
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