So I'm journeying up the great white shithole again next week. Every time I go I try and hype myself up telling myself that its gonna be fun this time. Unfortunately my son is the best allegory of this as soon as I think its tolerable bam 18 month fist to the dick. Don't get me wrong I love my son more then life itself but sometimes you just gotta see the writing on the wall when your getting pet and hes got a big shit eating grin hes just getting ready to wind up and hit you in the skin chandeliers. I guess what I'm getting at is that everything's well and good but deep down your expecting a toddler to punch you in your coin purse?
Thursday, January 29, 2009
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