Showing posts with label breaka you knuckles. Show all posts
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Monday, April 6, 2009

Father Hood of State Street

You Want to Go Where? In Our Car?
Richard sent you a message.

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Re: libro di faccia

I AM the troll of my household! The ogre of State St. - The spoiling fool of
adolescent schemes - The only denier of childrens wishes - the intolerant of
days and the worst papa' in the world.
A solid head-butt will afford me a much needed sleep, so I welcome it.
I am compartmentalizing, of course, and remain much in love on the eastern front
while the afore mentioned battle rages with kids in the west.
I am therefore much loved and much hated - and much in demand for cleaning
dishes.
Viva your mass! In all forms - intellectual, emotional and physical - it has
always over come me.