Simile
You know those cool spring mornings where the mists haze the Sun and woodland sounds are hushed?
Well Iraq is like that – except there are deafening generators and incoming aircraft. And there’s no green. And the “mist” is actually smoke. And it smells like butt.
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posted by salemonz at 10/28/2005 11:13:00 AM
5 Comments:
Yo brother, The Nikos here!! I was just thinking about you so I thought I'd find your blog. I've spent the last hour at work reading your stuff. I hope all is well man!! You are in my prayers. Santino and I are grabbing a drink downtown after work. I'll have a drink for you!! my email is nikosmonoyios@hotmail.com
1:41 PM
You're really good at this 'simile' thing, aren't you!?! (Made me chuckle.)
I wish it wasn't true, though.
2:22 PM
Farkin' ay! Nikos! You're in this biotch too bro, go back to my archives and look for "the boys". Tiiiggght!
It's all good Beth, no biggie. I have blogging, so life can't be THAT bad ;)
2:35 PM
Ha, I thought the title of this post was 'smile.'
I thought, 'Well bugger that! Living where it constantly smells like arse isn't really anything to smile about, he must've gone mad.'
I'm a nerd.
6:18 PM
Josh I swear to da Jesus that you're writing my journal from two years ago...ah the stench of butt, i know ye well...
7:26 AM
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