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I remember science class, learning about sexually transmitted infections. The science teacher said, "Now, Nutmeg, there is nothing funny about syphilis." I said, "There is if your doctor has a lisp."
I remember trying out for the school play. I had made nine attempts to conceal my lisp. It was a tenth situation.
So in English class I wrote an essay about a transsexual with a lisp. I think I'll go with the title: Mr or Myth.
My niece died from a lisp. I didn't know you could die from a lisp. I'll never forget my last words to her though: "What the fuck's a thnake?"
"I mean, where were all these hot babes when we were kids?" I wondered aloud. "In diapers," observed Nutmeg. ABSOLUTELY Best ONE of the Week or Month!! Truth hurts - if I can remember it!!