Saturday, November 26, 2022

That Used to Be My Thug Name

Everyone has one, I'm told. 

I suspect the ones that other people give you are more meaningful as well as mean, at least in my case. I'm now called Stumblebunny and not always behind my back but at one time I heard derisive whispers of Yawning Potato Fairy. But now that's ruined. 

And for the record, I could still be a prince, if you knew where to kiss me.
-bill kenny

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