My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
Friday, August 15, 2008
BBQ night 8/14/08
Another wonderful evening...Mr Marples showed up, John F. brought a whole frikkin brontosaurus to BBQ up, Jimmy P. continually harassed me to put an ass on his face, no cats were stolen, and we all put on 4 lbs.
Another wonderful evening...Mr Marples showed up, John F. brought a whole frikkin brontosaurus to BBQ up, Jimmy P. continually harassed me to put an ass on his face, no cats were stolen, and we all put on 4 lbs. 
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