Monday, April 18, 2005

My son heckled me the other day. My own flesh and blood. I was looking at a picture on the computer of me on stage performing. Johnny saw it and said. "Daddy you boring. You talking jokes." Yeah it was cute, but I am a professional. So I was like "Oh yeah that's pretty tough talk coming from someone who shits his pants! Yeah you can't even count to five and your going to tell me how to do my job? What do you know? You can't even figure out Blue's Clues! Oh and by the way 2002 called, they want their Buzz Lightyear shirt back!"

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