away, furtively, from
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away, furtively, from
Arch Fiend and
his rapidly growing
army.
Meanwhile, in
the offices of
The Straight Dope,
Ed Zotti was
being his usual
self, as he
cried into his
Chicago style hot
dog, sport peppers
and sauerkraut steaming
the tears away.
"What's the problem
today?," his pert
intern asked, saucily.
"Well," he sniffled,
"Somebody's asked Cecil
the unanswerable question:
'What do women
do with all
that stuff in
their purses?' and
I don't know
how I'm going
to manage to
definitively answer such
a cuntwaffle query!"
"Cuntwaffle? Seriously, Ed?"
"No woman would
really want to
answer a question
consider a..." Then,
with no warning
at all, Ed
jumped to his
feet and shouted
, "Buy my book
, you crazy world,
or I shall
jump off of
the Barn House
and then you'll
see some REAL
Chicago style blues!"
Right on cue,
the ghost of
Mississippi John Hurt,
appeared and began