This blog is about my life in the wake of sexual trauma: the mundane and the mushroom clouds
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Just a bit of dialogue
Gave Radar a shower. "Why?" My mother asked. I said, "he smells like dookey." "Don't say that, say feces, you have a Master's degree in english" "Yes, and in my professional opinion this dog smells like dookey, not feces."
I specialize in dealing with rape and issues of intense personal trauma, but as my stock has rose, I've been forced to branch out. I operate primarily on the East Coast.
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