CHinga ecxists just as surely as Ballsworthy or Corridus or the stupid chimp brother who left her abandoned when he fled to America. You don't get to unmock Chinga while asserting the existence of that flea-bitten poop-flinger, no sirreee, Bob!

Hey Mom! I am off to do something new and different (for me, anyway). I am addressing the monthly gathering of a local Book Club on the subject of my thrilling novel, Beyond the Cascdade. How 'bout them apples!