Al Veoli. Wasn't he that brown-eyed kid who sat behind me in Mr. Stith's 8th grade American History class? No, that kid was Dougie Something. Al wasn't in The Godfather, either
Al is the guy sitting beside the dusty elephant while it clips its toenails in my lungs. Al is the kid trying to slide into second base during the third grade coach-pitched sandstorm. Al is the hyena rock star growling and prancing like Mick Jagger on the arid Serengeti. Al is my sister's first fiance who waxed his chest hair. Aarrrgh... It is spring allergy season here in the blog. Why, oh why is dear little Susie picking up paw paws in my ear canals with those spiny echidnas?
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