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So my daughter said her first legitimate sentence the other day. Referencing her little brother she quipped, "Frankie eats mommy's boobs". The subsequent laughter meant she knew her joke was off color...Her report cards are going to be an interesting read.
Between work, school and daddy/husbandly duties I have precious little time to myself, but when I manage to sneak a moment or two my thoughts of late always drift back to the summer of '95 and the two life changing events occurred during those months. The first of which being, Pedro's parents move to Ireland thereby leaving him/us alone to pretty much do as we please. By as we please I of course mean congregate in a walk in closet whereby night after night was a revolving door of cannibis and cigarettes--usually in that order.
Most nights ended with a wimper, but there were moments of greatness. One magical night, out of dope and looking for a headache we decided to pop a few of Ollie's (Pedro's mentally disturbed Yellow Lab) pills. Doggie valium? Sure. Puppy Zoloft? Fuck it, they look like Red Hots. As you might it expect, it ended badly...not as badly as the night I fell out of a car, but pretty badly.
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- I don't watch Nascar, but if I had the time I'd be all over this
- Things taste better when they're purple
- You know at least ten people walked by and yelled, "FREEBIRD!"
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