Monday, November 8, 2010

The Moment We've All Been Waiting For.



Okay. So here it is. Ike can walk now, tentatively and drunkenly, just like his fat old man. I really screwed the pooch here. I had nine months to think about this, and yet I have nothing clever, or insightful, or funny here. I really still wasn't ready to watch this. Still not. And now I'm freaking out about what is or isn't locked up, and did the medicine and bleach get put up high, and oh boy we have a lot of lighters, and will he or won't he be interested in the cat shit in the litter pan, cuz he can get to all of that...

And how do we celebrate all this? By LOOKING AT MY MAH FUGGIN' SAWK, BEEEEEIIIIITCH!

Oy.
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5 comments:

  1. CariNovember 9, 2010 at 6:58 AM

    More like oy vey! So much fun, in about 2 weeks you will wonder why you ever wanted him to hurry up and walk. Same goes with talking. It's been 30 years and I still haven't figured out how to get you to stop for a minute.

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  2. TimNovember 9, 2010 at 3:59 PM

    Like i said, hes now considerably more mobile than you are Dave, I think from now on I'm just going to start calling you Brett Favre

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  3. iamshanimalNovember 10, 2010 at 6:38 AM

    Hey, Tim, you obviously haven't seen his goods in a while. Trust me - he's not anything like Brett Favre.

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  4. timNovember 10, 2010 at 3:42 PM

    way to turn a perfectly viable jab at dave into something downright disturbing Shannon... you win.

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  5. iamshanimalNovember 10, 2010 at 9:00 PM

    This may be the only time I win. Thank you.

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