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Thursday, April 26, 2007

Inspired by a True Story

...or, If I gave you a dollar, would you read my autobiography?

Some kids had a hoo-hoo, some a pee-pee, ding-a-ling, or peter; I had a Wacky. Well, at least that's what my Great Uncle Wayne used to tell me. "Boy, get some clothes on, I don't wanna see your Wwwhackaay hangin' out. Now go tell the ol' nag to help you get me a Rum and Coke and you watch her like a hawk so she don't water it down on me, ya hear? And grab me my cigarettes on your way back!"

Yeah, thus is my childhood. Four years old, runnin' through my aunt and uncle's house in my batman underoos. I couldn't do much with my shoe-laces, but I could fix a mean Rum and Coke -- just fill the rocks glass with ice, rum, and then a splash of coke (for Cullah).

I can still remember it like it was yesterday [Side note: I wonder if I can get me a pair of underoos in my size?]. Just as I can remember mom sitting me up on the kitchen counter so that she could get my scooby-doo sneakers on and send me off for a weekend with Aunt Sue and Uncle Wayne. I loved to go over there, and honestly, I think mom sometimes needed a break from me.

Anywho, Miss Manda got me thinking of that...

In Other News

I discovered that when pressure is applied to a bag carrying my planner, umbrella, and Canon Elph, the Elph will break and the screen will look like fractals. Yeah, I have to remember not to do that again. ::muttering:: three hundred dollar camera ::mutter::



At 4/27/2007 1:09 AM, Anonymous neill's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

as a kid, no one in my neighborhood would ever admit to having underoos. our most vicious threat to each other: "i'm gonna buy you underoos for your birthday".

At 4/27/2007 9:39 AM, Blogger mineIsay's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

i don't know about the underroos.. but i did find adult size feetie pajamas!


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