When I was real young, there was this funny dude who lived up the street. One of my most vivid memories is watching him on a board spanning the creek in the nearby park. We were perhaps 10, and just learning to swear.

Anyways, he starts bouncing on the board, splashing the creek surface, and in time with his bouncing he would let loose a string of musically-flowing but semantically-challenged obscenities.

Well, what he said is scrambled on the back of this piece. The front is one of my personal favorites, which reflects how well I have cultivated my repertiore of profanity.

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