I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards.
I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Damn you for not staying in the Veal Box I built for you so many years ago.....(haiku)
a hundred moons gone i am so very different who said you could change?
Hey! Get me out of this freakin' veal box! It's hot and cramped in here and I'm choking on my own methane!
ReplyDeleteI'm so cramped that my muscles have become tender and yearn for an ointment of mushrooms and a lemon butter sauce.
I don't know nuttin' 'bout no veal boxes, but I do like the haiku.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant haiku.
ReplyDeleteOddly, though, I originally read the title as "Thank you for not staying...." Weird!
'thankyou' would pretty much change everything..thats funny!
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