So naturally, I'm on myspace.com

I signed in this morning to a new Friend Request. Since I don't capriciously click on the Accept button (ooooh I'm such a bitchy myspace snob), I decided to check out this dude first. His name is Tourette's Guy.

Okay, I know it's a serious affliction and I have much sympathy for those who are stuck with it. One might even deduce from my own myspace name that I've had a brush with certain O.C. tendencies in my life (I mean, The Twitch was my fucking nickname in high school. You should have seen me through puberty. Sigh). BUT if Tourette's Guy can see the humor, then I sure as shit am gonna allow myself to guffaw at work as I try to save my ass from getting fired because I didn't hit the Mute button on time. You might lose your job after your humorless PC coworkers hear all the cussing that booms from your soulless cube-hole, but it might be worth it.
So I just had to send him a Fuckin Great To Meet You note. I said Hullo, told him about a cousin of mine who had Tourette's as a child and asked him some questions, and mentioned a favorite novel called Motherless Brooklyn that he might like. I can tell this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship:

TOURETTE GUY'S RESPONSE:

I am very-FUCKIN GOD DAM IT-to hear about your-SON OF A BITCH-cousin,I hope my -ANAL SHOE SNOW-story can help all-SON OF A BITCH FASHIONBUG- thanks

Oh! There are no words. Just my giggles. I wonder if TG went to this school: