My son is seven and just became a purple belt; when I was his age, I was a purple welt... [pause for uncomfortable chuckles from the crowd, then tap mic] Hey, is thing on?
posted by Fang Bastardson at 1:55 AM
Born in the wild to Canadian Timberwolves, Fang was wrestled from his mother's teat at an early age and placed in the custody of a government sponsored think tank in New York City. He escaped at age seven by gnawing off a doo-claw and has been riding a wave of self-righteous indignation to Nowheresville, baby, ever since. He is currently enjoying being a PhD (by marriage), but on the advice of his attorney has refused all comment except to assert an apparently deeply-held conviction that frozen strawberries should be thawed, not microwaved.
2 Comments:
AWESOME!
Nice job... now you can walk down dark alleys safely. -kath
5:03 AM
Wow! That's quite an accomplishment. His satisfied smile says it all.
11:03 AM
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