Huffy Flounce

We haven't forgotten. We will never forget.

I maintain a firm belief that you and Mr. Peanut could pass as brothers.

If they are brothers, Dalty has passed his brother.

If you know what I mean.

I mean he's taken a shit, and there's been undigested peanuts in his shit.

I didn't even shell him.

If you know what I mean.

My stepfather once told me that "shelling the peanut" was a slang phrase for the action of removing dried fecal matter from the penis after anal sex. "How does it get dry?" I asked. "You fall asleep right after you fuck and forget to check your dick until the morning," he said.

Sounds like some kind of legend.


A freaky legend, mind you, but a legend nonetheless.

My stepfather? The slang phrase?

(No, Fake Strider.)

Your stepfather.

Did you get my email, Dalty?

Nope...... in neither address.

Is this like when my students would send me a corrupted file seconds before the essay was due, act all innocent when I e-mailed them to say the file was corrupted, and send me "another copy" of the essay seven hours later after they'd "just noticed" my response?

I swear, man. In one case, I responded in under a minute following my receipt of a corrupted file. The dude claimed that he'd immediately shut off his computer after sending me the e-mail and had gone to bed.

I have been known, at 11pm, to shut off my work connection at home straight after sending my boss that essential report he needed before opening of play the next morning after working on it until 11pm. Because, you know, sleep!