Luke, Christopher, and Campbell. And a teddy
bear whose name, I believe, is "Beary White."
Aren't they adorable? I swear, I just wanna squeeze 'em until they crap kittens!!!
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It's All About Me
- Irb
- I am a straight white male between the ages of 17 and 44. I’m an Aries and a recovering Baptist. By national standards, I’m moderate in my politics, but by Texas standards I’m somewhere to the left of Lenin. I have a certain boyish charm that makes me irresistible to children, pets, and old people. I’ve grown indifferent towards the night life, and I no longer care to boogie. Like slightly more than 100% of the English majors I know, I’m a writer wannabe who has yet to get published. I am not now, nor have I ever been, “emo.” I have a singing voice that resembles the wailing of damned souls. I am the walrus, kookoo katchoo. I shot the sheriff. But, and I’d like to make this perfectly clear, I did *not* shoot the deputy. I once divided by zero. I used to think I had no discernable Texas accent, but a recent visit to Canada made me realize that I actually sound like goddamn Jethro. I believe the children are the future. And my hobbies include writing slash furry Star Trek fan fiction and sitting on the toilet until my legs fall asleep.
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9 comments:
My goodness, they're cute. Thanks for sharing. And remember, it's never too early for the "I'm your uncle, so I get to buy you a whore" speech.
Indiaiynke: Thanks, India. (Can I call you India?) Also, thanks for linking to me. Allow me to return the favor and watch your page hits go up by a magnitude of .00005%!!!!
SJ: Christopher is the one who wants to grow up to be me, God bless that kid. However, I'm still in dutch for letting him watch Family Guy, so I doubt I'll be springing for whores anytime soon.
(BTW, "Springing for Whores" may very well be the name of my next blog.)
Just caught up with you. I knocked out a novel in the NaNoWri contest but only posted 3 chapters as it got so good, I decided to send it to a real publisher. Still enjoy your LOL writing (even though you are kitten-whipped).
BTW, did you happen to read my one act farce on Dubya? It's called 'down at the ranch' on my Porchwise blog.
Porchwise: Congrats on the novel. Let me know if you find a publisher, as my efforts in that area have all ended in tears and anger and restraining orders.
I just went and read all three acts of your one act farce ;-) Too funny, especially the thought of Bea Arthur as Big Momma. Would be funnier if it weren't based on a true story...
I think crapping bears trumps crappy kittens. Bravo, Irb!
Got your message Irb. I just finished up finals and will be posting anti-liberal spew very soon. I also have a new motto: When life hands you lemons, make lemonade...at a profit...until the government steps in and regulates the selling price and mandates a reduced price for victims of Katrina...
Sylvana: According to Hoyle, a crapping bear does indeed trump a crappy kitten. But an ocelot with a spastic colon will catch the trick every time.
Cracker: Dammit, I don't care what our homophobic president says! I LOVE YOU, CRACKER!!!
(As I've mentioned before, all comments directed at Cracker sound much cooler if read aloud in a Samuel L. Jackson voice.)
I think they need to crap out basset hounds personally. Lord knows we need more in this world!
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