- Feb 13, 2003
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On the Feast of St. Stephen, I was driving my hearse to the wholesale liverwurst outlet when suddenly a hemaphrodite in a piano truck backed out of a crackhouse driveway, and, as my shoes caught fire, I pirouetted across Boris Karloff Boulevard, slapping the truck driver six times in the loins with a Chattanooga road map, even though he was humming "The Pussycat Song".
EDIT: BTW, can someone guess who said the above? I stole the quote.
EDIT: BTW, can someone guess who said the above? I stole the quote.