Well, as you know, wendt is dying ("agin!" he blurts). Today I took him for a walk in SF's chinatown where we watched two trucks filled with STACKS OF BUTCHERED PIGS offloading into local restaurants. 6:30 am, and these trucks pulled up next to the busstop, both filled with MEAT which SWARTHY YOUNG MEN began offloading at a frantic pace, dozens, nay, hundreds of hogs came of the trucks, and wendt could do little but DROOL (it seems hes doing more of that of late) as he watched the meat carri...
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Baby Wendts Moms was three months pregnant, and he took to kicking just as she came up on a stop sign. She missed it, surprised by his vigor. She broadsided a Dodge Truck.
Exclaimed his mom: "If he would have kicked softer, or at a different time we wouldnt have Wendt through that stopsign!" She has blamed him for everything ever since, as any good Jewish mother should.
Wendt was a tough fetus and thrived despite the accident. He did once claim that it was her cigarette smoking which c...
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