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| The Amazing Urinating Monks of Whiz-La |
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So I promised Monkprincess a Buddist monk story, so voila!
My friend and former roommate, The Wookie, lost his mother to a sudden heart attack. She was a wonderful and nutty lady who was born in Iraq, raised in England, and moved here with a Brit she married who then joined the US Navy (go figure). She didn't believe much in organized religion, so when she died, The Wookie asked the monks he studies with to come to the funeral and say a prayer. So the monks were late and Wook started with out them. People just came forward and told stories of the Wookie's mom and we laughed and cried. There were so many people there that we spilled out into the hallway. The Wookie had asked that we send in the monks when they arived. I was interested to see them because I had never met a Tibetan monk before I imagined these old emaciated men in saffron robes. When they arived i saw thay were in their early fifties, not dirt aged at all. And they were both pushing 300 pounds! What tha? The first monk rumbles in like a linebacker and heads straight for the bathroom. I hear a loud "OOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" accompanied by this jetpowered whiz noise. It DID kinda sound like that Gyoto monks cd the wookie bought me, so I wasn't too upset.
Damn it! - 2004-10-12
What's that fucking kitten doing now? - What is that crazy old bitch next door cooking? -How do I feel? How do you THINK I feel? I feel -
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