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**And this here list tells you why. 1. You can buy, or hoard, all the cheap-ass books you want until you are cheap-ass broke. But hoarding books is awful stupid if you can't read. That's like collecting a lot of spandex underwear, and you're not even a wrestler.  2. You've always wanted to carve your niche in society. And you've always wanted to join the ranks of your social inspirations

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**The Tagalog term "Babaeng Bakla" loosely translates to its English equivalent, which is "Fag Hag." Underscore loosely, and even then, I use the term with certain reservations. Maybe a definition is in order, so here: Fag hag From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Fag hag is a gay slang phrase referring to a woman who either associates mostly or exclusively with gay and bisexual men, or has

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**I can write about another compulsive behavior, but that can give you poor vision, sore arms, a decrease in your sperm count, and, in extreme cases, bleeding palms. So let me write about books instead. I bought me White Trash Etiquette (P60), Jewish as a Second Language (P60), and Monty Python's Complete Waste of Time (P60) last Sunday.   Chapters and Pages is this obscure, second-hand

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**This post is about time, really, and the title has got nothing to do with the content. Nope, nothing at all. Not even spit. That absolutely irrelevant title, however, was mighty amusing. It once issued from one of my funny friends, Alvin, it registered, and I just had to use it somewhere. And there you have it.  **Meanwhile, on a more personal note, I was actually excited to post this list. 

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If you were on the 20th floor of the Galleria Holiday Inn, and you jumped out of your hotel room twenty floors down to your death by massive impact, then it's a sure bet that we will be looking at your unsightly, mangled remains as it lay undisturbed near our smoking area. That's how close we are to the Galleria Holiday Inn.   So I was at work this one time, and I decided to take a break from

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Because I just submitted a book review to Ms Jessica Zafra. It's about The Bloody Chamber, and I'll let you guys know when it will be published. Another book review! Yeah bitch, I'm really writing again.

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**Unsolicited public service. Why the hell not? I ask you Sir, I am humbly imploring you to, for the love of God, get yourself some pussy. A life? Well, that will be an enormous undertaking for someone of your social capacities. But a vagina? Sir, you will be pleased to know that you can, on occasion, find yourself a vagina with a receipt attached to it. Why, with just the right access to horse

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**Or some reminders I often say to myself when I have all that time and no friends to talk to. **Obviously, this is a repost. Cannibalized, if you may, and I'm saying that because I'm not having none of that cybercrime bullshit biting my rabbit-shit tits. I'll write something else soon. Muahness from Pasig Cirehhh! Werd. 1. Be polite. Remember the bit about not shitting in anyone else's

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**"Kkkrkkkrkkk... kohokkkkk... krkrkk... KOHK..." That there is the sound of me choking. Meanwhile...I am increasingly suspicious of the merits of couplehood. What the hell's the God Damned point when I know full well that it's not going to last anyway? I am rather weary of the "seize the moment" scheme of things. This excuse is suddenly an awful bother because my relationships will not last,

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**This is how I won my fifth LitWit Challenge. Werd.To My Dearest Everhard,It never occurred to me to just leave you in that forest to rust. But that was a surprising blessing until that bitch from Kansas came along. You know, you were stupid to go on that mission with an ax as opposed to an umbrella. I could have sent you off with one, but I had faith in your macho posturing ways, and it was

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I was discussing infidelity, with a friend, when his "wife" texted him. Funny word, that. "Wife." These kids are so unhinged these days that the 17-year old mother of their 7-month old kid automatically becomes their wife. But that's not the point, so let me correct myself.I was discussing infidelity, with a friend, when his "domestic partner" texted him. Doubtful phrase, that. "Domestic partner.

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**Not enough Halloween fun to go around that we have to borrow some other country's crap?None of the people I knew growing up had to do trick or treat. We were so decidedly quasi-ghetto that my Halloweens were trips to the cemetery where we would make balls out of candle wax drippings. I know its primitive, and it sure as hell hurt, but it kept us entertained until it hurt some more. Then we'd

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Comments like this help me get my groove back. Thank you.Regular programming will resume shortly after I have completely shed this most uncomfortable mistress jumpsuit. It's a great bother, I tell you, and I'm just about 95% done. Meanwhile, it will be in your best interest to Never Engage in a relationship with a married guy, or girl, whichever the case maybe. If he can be unfaithful to the wife

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**I don't think the DISLIKE/ HATE /SUCK MY DICK option will happen. But I'm still waiting for a radio button that says "Does this post make sense to you?" Or at least a setting that says "Hide all posts from gullible people in your network."I know it's a god send if it does happen, but I will keep that feature disabled anyway. I will run out of material to bash. For example...I've seen a lot of

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**This here is an undistilled, but edited, thank you of sorts.I've always been conscious of my stats. And what makes it ironic is that I don't blog hop as much as I used to in 2006. I no longer advertise. I no longer promote. I don't see the point because my ego's as big as my brownish rabbit-shit tits anyway.The only endorsement that this blog has been receiving for quite some time now is

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**Long lines give you good ideas. 1. Won't somebody please designate a special booth for people who have no clue as to which end of their ATM goes into the machine? The least they could do is to include Basic ATM Training before they introduce the principles of burger flipping or canned-good bagging or making change.2. I know long lines are a drag, but seriously, won't you guys limit your ATM

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**If you can find it in your hearts to kindly choke on this, please? If quoting makes you cum, then go for it. Do it again, and again, and again, until you're pronounced dead by ejaculation. Quote to your satisfaction, but remember to credit your sources. --I said this first, as far as I know. I Googled this goddamned light bulb moment. It's so easy to echo what second hand words of wisdom you

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**And it's getting ugly. I have noticed, recently, that I am always on the alert for his attentions, which he pours in generous showers, and I am increasingly pining and trying to get myself noticed. It is no longer sweet. It is rather disgusting, and pathetic, and is a far cry from the image that I am trying to project. I am supposed to be simultaneously fearless and bold, detached and caring,

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**It's a soup of topics that don't really follow suit. Or it's me with all that material but nothing to write. **Meanwhile, the following paragraphs were taken from that big notebook I almost always have with me. I try to write a lot, when I'm not drunk or lazy, and these notes represent my mostly sober moments. 1. What is Self Defeating? I remember this local whatshisface recording

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**I will let these pictures do the talking, but if I have to spare a word, then it will have to be this -- Finally. And these two -- fucking drama. Ooops, sorry. We were drinking that same night. This is my friend, Richard Hadede.

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**I'm blogging less frequently these days because a certain friend is in quite an alarming situation. And I'm a good friend. I have this friend, and he's been seeing this punk for two weeks now. The punk's sweet, I'll give him that, and I remember my friend telling me how this punk makes him feel a whole lot like a natural woman. They are not officially a couple, my friend says, and he presents,

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For the first time in my life, I am now the one being pursued. I don't know what this punk sees in me, but he makes me feel like a goddamn girl. Stolen kisses, displays of affection in front of his friends, displays of affection in front of my friends, hands held until they swell, surprise visits, his arms, thin and wrapped around me in front of his friends and mine. I can get used to this. No,

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**Ladies and gentlemen, presented for your enlightenment and further discussion-- a brief study on joke delivery. First, the joke in the ideal tongue: Q: Paano mo papainumin ng gamot ang bakla? A: Ihalo mo sa tamod. And now, it's english equivalent: Q: How do you medicate a faggot?A: Mix it with sperm.My blog is a decidedly English mess, as far as the medium goes, but exceptions are in order if

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I skipped school for two weeks when I was in Grade Four. And that wasn't because I was bullied. Oh hell no. Far from it. And I'm not being defensive when I mentioned the bullying shit. It is because I was enrolled in this exclusive all-boys school then, and queer kids like myself are, and this is not a statistic, a curiosity in that knee length pool of testosterone. This was in the Eighties. Gay

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**I have elected to disable comments for my LitWit promotions. I suppose its better if you can check the site out yourself and then comment. This episode is about writing a Fantasy Love Story, and I have full confidence in the capacities of some you as far as this genre goes. After all, we are just all too human in this city. Non sequitur? Think again, love. Meanwhile, my next post will be this

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