The article "Mick's Curriculum Vitae" talks about humor, it has been released by Mick Henry.
When I was born, I nearly died!The vet said that I was too thick for the average pelvis, whatever that is.My schoolteacher (bless her), always said that if I had two brains, I’d be twice as thick.
Not half as smart!Anyway, I guess of it as a compliment.Granted, my head is a bit on the monumental side and the thickness of my skull is about an inch, but it never had an advrese effect on my ability to study the social habits of puppies and indigenous hedgehogs.My hands are also a little on the large side. This did affect my dreams to beocme a pianist, a neurosurgeon, and a transvestite, but little else. I may well achieve all there dreams, as dreams are make believe and can be pharmacologically induced, what ever that is as well.My feet are kinda clumsy as well but that is likely to be due to the fact that my small toes are larger than my “big” ones. I must wear my left shoe on my right foot, but that cmoes simple to me. And alawys did!I do admit some confusion though, when it comes to the second shoe and foot.
What harm. No mounmental deal.Ok, I do have a funny shaped arse, but so do many human being and I even have a pup with a puzzling posterior.Dates can be difficult, and prunes can be pleasant.My knob has a twist on it, but a twist is better than a turn.My nose does give me troubles all right, but if I had smaller fingers, it wouldn’t. It is much the same as my backside in that respect!Education was never a problem, in dreams or in fact. I alwyas thought of it as a pass-time for human being who were stupid to begin with.Romance in my life is a bit limited, simply because I don’t know what it is, or where to get it.Money! I always had money because I inherited a pig farm. I don’t run it however, and don’t see the point in getting covered in excrement and porcine snot when I can manage both, without any pigs.I live in a trailer, and enjoy a minimalist environment, and don't have the space anyway.I love Indian food, Russian Vodka, cotton burkas, the absence of Art and the occasional hirsutophile, with or without "jelly babies".Musically, I just love whistling and underarm acoustics in concert, and when possible.My ideal partner was typically female with a classical education, no sense of smell, a tolerance for her own insomnia (which they seem to develop), and some mastery with a loofah.I fear though, that such partners are a dying breed, and I may not meet any more of them.However, I will settle for anyone beerft of the above qualities, except the sense of smell caveat.If I had to live my life again, I'd do so without the curried fries of the 1980's and with better ear maintenance during the 1960's.
The rest, was marvellous! Thick Mick is an "expert" columinst with http://www.TheTrivialTimes.ComPlease forgive his dementia as somebody who had to be the first to suffer a nut allergy.
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