100 Formerly Private Secret Shames of Loland Kapuchinski (redacted version)

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4. Cold sores that make policemen ask “Are you alright, sir?”
   



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6. Bushy chest hair trimmed so it looks like I have pectoral muscles under tee shirt
   



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12. Nancy Sinatra Syndrome
    



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14. Manifold appreciation for the female form
    



15. Allergies
    



16. Not actually allergic to anything, just crying
    



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18. Fountain soda syrup-to-soda mix ratio judgmentalism causing friction between me and Tania, the local gas station attendant.
    



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20. Motorcycle into pool -- not good for either. I thought it would be like peanut butter and chocolate
    



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23. Saving the world, one me at a time



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25. Proud of being excellent sandwich delivery boy
    



26. Fake lower voice still quite high
    



27. Seen PORTION REDACTED four times already this year
    



28. Pooped the bed at camp
    



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32. Tattoo half-done for eight years. I kept falling asleep. Apparently this Vegas scumbag tattoo institution a $75 dollar cab ride away from the Flaming O has some code of tattoo scumbag junkie ethics that says you can’t tattoo someone who is enjoying a well-earned nap after winning $1100. After all, why would I want to sleep through someone coloring my flesh with a vibrating needle? And these scammer druggies wanted to charge us $300 an hour for the time we spent asleep on two of their many chairs. PORTION REDACTED So it says “Mot” and I think I like it that way, because Mom actually hated tattoos.
    



33. Vermouth drinker
    



34. "Sympathetic pregnancy pains" just vermouth sick
    



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38. Hate U2
    



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47. Know too many Rush lyrics
    



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50. They don’t call me “Kid Genius” as much anymore .
    



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52. “Plumber’s elbow” actually “tennis elbow”
    



53. “Tennis elbow” actually from pulling it
    



54. “Third nipple” actually huge disgusting mole
    



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56. Pee-hole in penis seems to be frowning. Frowning when I look at it. If you were facing it, it would look to be smiling, but no one faces it.
    



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58. I used to rap about bowel movements and chewing tobacco with a kid from Immaculate Conception named Pat Flynn, who had no rap name other than Pat Flynn. This is from a rap about using the bathroom, “Bowl Rocker.” “I like to loop it. I eat it then I poop it. When I’m on the mic I get stupid. You poop. I poop. We poop-ed.”
    



59. Pat Flynn and I lost a talent show to good-looking lip-syncers, sisters who also did magic tricks, tarnishing the music industry permanently for us.
    



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61. Ninety-eight year old grandma leaves me a message -- it took me two weeks to even listen -- I don’t sweat it because that bitch will live to a thousand.
    



62. Mock ghetto
    



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64. Der baddener German
    



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68. Hands soft as lilies
    



69. Decreasing appreciation for my affected, arty penmanship in digital society
    



70. Worst analgrams ever
    



71. Anagrams even worse
    



72. Hundreds of exactly halfway finished palindromes
    



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74. Xanadu, man. He roller skated right into that wall. That's love!
    



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78. Onion did not use my story idea “Kansas Schools to Begin Teaching Deckard Was Not a Replicant.”
    



79. Still haven’t decided on weblog name
    



80. What month is this? And the year? Help me out on the day while you’re at it. Then I haven’t missed it! Oh, I did miss it? I missed it.
    



81. I have never learned Grace, the prayer Catholics say before dinner, or I guess eating, but not breakfast. I never learned Grace because we say it together. I don’t even know how it starts. But my being a lousy Catholic is a whole different breast-beating six-volume list of shames in and of itself.
    



82. Hummingbirds and jaguars (I’m still listening to the Frente! album!)
    



83. West Texas, then West Allis have bemulleted my person. While my actual hair appears normal, there is a perceptible “shadow mullet” hanging over me.
    



84. Summer sausage and sardines in mustard? Pumpernickel pickle-lily cucumber sandwiches? Commit to a comic diet, why don’t you?
    



85. Nicknamed roomate's girlfriend with messed-up hand “J.T.”
    



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Phoning the end in...

Who am I kidding? Not one thing on this list brings me down one notch. I am the notch. As same as I ever was. I will remain the quiet storm, while you are just posing like a fronter. Smell my ass at your leisure, fronter.

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