10 July 2002 - 7:59 p.m.

I wonder why I felt the need to write two entries in four hours. Could it be that I feel bad about leavingthis up too long.

Also, I just had this thought: If I were ever going to be a full-out SARK satirist, I could write a book called "The Choadacious Book of a Succubus." You like?

Which led to another thought. If choad is an insult, and if prick and dick and ass and asshole and pretty much everything between a man's legs can be considered an insult, why not scrotum? It's an ugly enough word to hurt someone's feelings. And if someone is giving you a hard time, why not confront them with a sharp "Dude, why are you being such a testicle?"

It could be that anything that houses reproductive cells is exempt from the world of the insult, since babies are cute and innocent. Maybe that's why no one has ever hauled off and called me an ovary. Then again, no one's ever called me a cunt, either, so maybe I'm just too nice to have been exposed to such filthy talk.

Hahahaha!

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