by Kalikiano Kalei
[NOTE: For many the ‘F-word’ is a scatological ejaculation that while typically serving as a salty expression of extreme irritation, refers to a certain act of vigorous physical procreative interaction among men and women. For a few atypical souls, however, the ‘F-word’ is a reference to that much alienated and strongly censored baked confection of the culinary far left known as…dare I utter the word?…the Fruitcake. Next to Speedos on men, the fruitcake is probably one of the most uniformly despised manifestations of cultural blasphemy known to Americans today. In my experience, people who like fruitcakes are usually sited at the upper extreme 1% end of the Gaussian Distribution Curve for human intelligence. It is merely a trivial coincidence with absolutely no greater meaning whatsoever that that highest 1% also contains a predominant share of American society’s odd personalities, social fringists, eclectic souls, and nerdly loners. Having shared these fascinating secrets with you, here’s a chapter from an unpublished manuscript of mine that is tentatively titled ‘Wahoo Backdoor: A Thousand and One Arabian Days’.]
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It was a normal logical Friday (Wednesday) at the hospital. The work day had ended, and the net result of 9 hours physical presence in the cardiac surgery suites had been 4 chapters read…
