My brother's youngest son turned six today. He started pre-school last year and has been excited about reading books and such, so I did the 'uncle' thing and got him a beginner's book (which is a big deal for me since I don't care for books):
Ok, I have a confession to make. I didn't actually buy it. I
But for the record, I did buy the wrapping paper. And my brother is an asshole. I have the burn scars to prove it.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Uncle Chief
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About Me, Not You
- The Chief
- I was christened Wannahockaloogy by our tribal leader. He was a bitter old man with throat cancer who believed that, to truly hock a loogie, one must not retrieve the phlegm from the throat, but from the soul. His weakened, delirious state made it easy for me to overthrow him and seize control. Now, I am the chief and I have internet access. Beware, delirious smoking populace. Beware.
3 comments:
Similar to 'Daddy Drinks Because you Cry'.
I own that book!
i really like how the elephant is dead.
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