The roster of rejects just doubled in size. Thanks to my quick-tempered wife for alerting me to the fact that there are a slew of characters here that DON'T have blogs of their own, but should enjoy an equal amount of tongue lashing. So enjoy.
Bekki Martin is my wife. Yes, we are married. Her last name remains her own because she's one of those uppity new age women who burn bras and take yoga. She also thinks my last name is a bit too ethnic. That's fine, but I'm still naming our first born son Lorenzo Leonardo. . .
Austin is the little red-headed neighbor boy who lives next door. He hasn't been over at all since the whole Chocolate Fiasco. Perhaps his mom came to the realization that it's a bit weird for a young boy to want to hang out with an older man and his wife. And just because I told him he had a real pretty mouth doesn't mean I want to sleep with him.
The Family for the moment consists of our three cats Blacky, Clementine and Jane. We also have a rat terrier named Ernie and a one year old chaweenie (dauschund-chihuahua mix) named Dixie. Every year Bekki and I get closer to having children but for some reason buy another dog instead.
I'd also like to big up Movin' Down the Road as well as our silent readers BMW, The Daily Soup and Shaikens. Oh, I've got this thing tomorrow. Wish me luck.
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"Oh, I've got this thing tomorrow. Wish me luck."
...Good luck on that man-on-man-on-man threesome you've always wanted to try. Can't wait to hear all about it!
It got canceled. Your dad couldn't make it. A-yuck yuck yuck!
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