June 2006
2 posts
know your betters.
Mom’s Birthday 2006.06.03
Grandpa told the story of Fat Irene. Don’t ask.
breakaway.
This week, your local medical professional will tattoo little dots on my grandfather’s cancerous naughty bits.
Why?
So that during Chemo time fun time, they can find his cancerous naughty bits.
LITTLE DOTS.
WHISKY TANGO FOXTROT.
THAT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE.
Every time my mother gives me an update on these items I start a fight.
Why?
Because I tirelessly contend...