Several times growing up, my dad claimed to know a secret language.  He would utter several sentences of phrases containing more z’s than my mind could comprehend.  At one point, my sister even seemed to be picking up on it.  I thought they were both crazy.  It seemed impossible to me that my dad could know anything of the sort.

Twenty odd years later I found out I was wrong. I’m listening to Robin’s news on Howard Stern.  She plays a recording of Hulk Hogan and his son talking over the prison phones.  The son speaks English, then switches over to a combination of code words and a language containing z’s galore and that sounded exactly like what my Dad had spoken so many years earlier.

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