{"id":2687,"date":"2008-11-01T06:09:24","date_gmt":"2008-11-01T11:09:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/?p=2687"},"modified":"2008-11-01T06:28:35","modified_gmt":"2008-11-01T11:28:35","slug":"this-ones-for-roberta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/?p=2687","title":{"rendered":"This one’s for Roberta"},"content":{"rendered":"

Because scatology<\/a> need not only<\/a> involve<\/a> poo<\/a><\/p>\n

Anyway, in 76, I was visiting the Henry Ford <\/a>with the rents, (Back then it was called “Henry Ford’s Museum”)and we had spent an afternoon in Windsor, looking at those kooky Canadians. <\/p>\n

It had rained, and was still wet, and I was wearing jeans, a dago T, and water buffalo sandals<\/a><\/p>\n

As I sloshed my nearly bare feet through puddles I held my left arm by my side, and my right arm at an angle like a bodybuilder flexing. See, I had a boil under that arm, and it hurt like hell. I’m not afraid to say that putting my arm down nearly made me weep in pain- it was a doozy of a boil. <\/p>\n

Anyway, we were only going to be in Windsor for a couple of hours so we went to get some souveniers. I bought a small tin box with a mountie silkscreened on top, which had a similarly decorated handkerchief inside. My sister got a pair of gaudy earrings, and I think I also got a little cast iron cannon. <\/p>\n

We’re walking along the shore, looking across the river at Detroit, and I felt the strong urge to scratch my armpit. As I lifted my arm and began gingerly touching the boil, it burst with some force, squirting a stream of pus and crap… into the hair of a short woman passing by. <\/p>\n

I started to stop her to tell her, and thought, discretion being the better part and all, to shut the fuck up and move on. <\/p>\n

I moved away from our group and squeezed out the balance of the crap, as best i could, and stuffed my (New!) handkerchief under my armpit to stem the tide of blood that was now draining there. <\/p>\n

I was able to put my arm down for the rest of our trip, which was nice. I still have the tin box, I think, but the handkerchief got thrown out that very day. <\/p>\n

I often wonder what happened when that woman returned home to find a big glob of pus in her hair. <\/p>\n

Memreeez. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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