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.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Goal of the game 10/23/08
Mike B. with a little move gets this weeks goal of the game.
3 comments:
Anonymous
said...
wow, what a goal! that kid is something. what a move!!!!!!
3 comments:
wow, what a goal! that kid is something. what a move!!!!!!
posted by Steve Wonder
yeah and he'll be the first one to tell you about it
Klepto Chris...best name ever!
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