mrzablowdowski

Plan B:
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YELLO ECCENTRIX REMIXES__MERCURY__538 584-2
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Roger the dodger. Thursday was Roger's last day. A successful career. Twenty five years, no sweat. Not once reliable, responsible, or accountable. Cheques all the same. Union brothers all. All call Roger. Roger the dodger.

I always liked Roger. Well dress. Well groomed. A little afro and a leasure suit. The times it suit. The smile, the countenance of a strange Asian dieity. The grace, the charm of the gods of boobies and exotic dishes or ripe fruit. A twist, a flourish of a hand, the gesture of dance, romance an old Hindi movie. I always like Roger, has something else going on.

The king of curry. The last two years we worked together. And learned of the building of Rogers fast food curry franchise. As it becomes a million dollar enterprise, Roger will take the retirement package. The king of curry.

I realized all the brothers who didn't take the retirement package are fifty and broke.
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thanks to gentlefemme / thanks to jJay

I want everyone who reads this to ask me
3 questions, no more no less.

Ask me
anything you want. Really. I'll answer
anything. (well, except for personal info
such as name, address, social security
number, you know.. the creepy shit)

Then I
want you to go to your journal, copy and
paste this allowing your friends (including
myself) to ask you anything.