More About the Spitting Cage
2002-11-26 - 9:39 p.m.
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�I�m going to the lumber yard, arg.� My father said, �Do you need anything?� huh? �No�no. I�m all set. Thanks.� I reply. He shoots me a look. �Okay, " He said, "I was just checking to see if you needed anything.� Fuck with me, will you. He turns to walk out. �On second thought, I need twelve 2X4�s and a roll of chicken wire.� I said, �I�m building a spitting cage.� This stopped him dead in his tracks. �Ooooookay.� He said. �Well,� I continued, �I need a girlfriend.� �Uh, Arg-� he began, �I think you�re spending too much time alone.� �Look, dude,� I said, �Just because YOU�RE stuck in the fifties�� �Argentum,� he bleated plaintively, �I don�t even know what a spitting cage is.� �That�s what I�m sayin�� I said. And that ended that.
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