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So I have this tree in my backyard, and I decide I need to prune some branches. But Anne, who has some experience pruning trees, points out that I'm going about it all wrong. "Brendan," she says, "Don't saw off that enormous branch over your stained glass skylight. Not only will the falling branch break the glass, but you're sitting on the branch itself, and by sawing it off, you're gonna fall like 50 feet and break your leg."

"Whatever, CuntFace McGee," I say. "CuntFace McGee, you don't know anything. You know why? Because you have a face that looks like your cunt! So back off bitch!" (Not that I would ever talk like that). And I go along merrily on my way, sawing off branches. Then disaster hits: just like my neighbor warned, the branch crashes into my skylight, I go plummeting into a garbage can, and break my leg.

"AAAAGHHHH! My leg, my leg!," I yell. "Hey CuntFace, come help me out! I'm stuck in a garbage can with a broken leg, help me out CuntFace!"

or....The US fucked everything up, but you have to fix it. Cuntface.

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I therefore claim to show, not how men think in myths, but how myths operate in men's minds without their being aware of the fact. Levi-Strauss, Claude

by kcurie on Wed Dec 20th, 2006 at 01:48:54 PM EST

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