April 19, 2006
CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK, INNIT?
Please forgive the lack of posts here of late, Intrepids: I have been occupied with the care and feeding of my new Anthracitic Son, the birth of whom I lovingly described in my post of Friday last.
The Rock is a happy, healthy young man, gurgling contentedly as I hold him to my Manly Breast. You do want to be careful where you position yourself, however, lest you find yourself in the path of a Toxic Eructation. Belch, that is.
Rocky - see, he has a nickname already! - learns fast. He has already learned to avoid the Monkey-Pit, after that regrettable incident in which Nadine Fuckmonkey mistook him for one of her own By-Products (as it were) and flung him at the neighbor's wee ones.
I hold him close to me as I stride the length and breadth of the Velocihovel. The St. Augustine grass, the defunct washer by the curb, the Monkey-Pit. Someday, my son, all this shall be yours!
Alrighty, Elle, let Velociman out the damn pit. You must be sick of chanting, "If it wants the blog it puts the lotion on".
Posted by: Cythen at April 20, 2006 2:00 AMAwright, Cy...that actually made me pee a little. Heh.
Posted by: Elisson at April 20, 2006 6:29 AMGood thing it was a single birth instead of siamese twins!
Posted by: Michele at April 20, 2006 12:34 PMWell, you had me going there for a while. What gave you away was the fact that V-man would never let the thing get that close to his diamond cutting nipples for utter fear of irreparable damage to both him and the rock. I do believe he named it Rocky, though. That'd be just like the deranged fellow.
Posted by: Dash at April 20, 2006 3:45 PMNiiiiice. My brother's name is Rocky.
Posted by: agent bedhead at April 20, 2006 8:32 PM