Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Nephews a Trois

Since I have no adorable children of my own, here's a holiday picture of my three nephews.



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!!!

9 comments:

SJ said...

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.

Irb said...

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.)

porchwise said...

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).

porchwise said...

BTW, did you happen to read my one act farce on Dubya? It's called 'down at the ranch' on my Porchwise blog.

Irb said...

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...

Sylvana said...

I think crapping bears trumps crappy kittens. Bravo, Irb!

totalkaosdave said...

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...

Irb said...

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.)

Anonymous said...

I think they need to crap out basset hounds personally. Lord knows we need more in this world!