Winner of 'The Schmoozer Award' for 2007... Chronicling one man's journey through fatherhood, self-diagnosed dementia, the effects of lethargy brought on by insomnia, and the ongoing struggle with follicular displacement therapy; the other day I woke up with a fellow scribe's dentures on my nose.
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So, after all this time, you finally post a picture of yourself.
I always suspected you were some kind genetic freak of humanity: An Infant with the intellectual grasp of an Adult.
How tormenting it must be for you, trapped inside that miniscule frame, waiting patiently for the day your little arms and legs can carry you on to complete and utter domination.
I can't wait for the day.
At the moment I have people to wipe the crap from my arse. And type the messages I send them via mental telepathy.
Once I have a complete handle on unassisted movement and speech, this will change. I plan to make my way up the ranks of society's flawed blueprint of order, beginning with dux at kindy and progressing through the allegedly more complicated ranks of primary school.
The plan, at this stage of my evolution, is to establish a political party based on the fast food model: perhaps you could give me a knee-up with an appropriate name. It's a commission based venture. Then, and only then, shall I reveal the grand plan which has so far avoided capture by the dullest minds in power.
I have a mustard coloured sludge in my nappy.
Again.
Uh...
Call it: 'Hungry Facts' - The Global Conglomerate Truth and Welfare Party.
Advertise yourself as the purveyor of Nutritious Statistics. People won't find out how unhealthy they are until the numbers have been swallowed, by which time it is too late.
If anyone challenges you, gurgle the response: "I am merely an infant", then wee in the face of your antagonist.
beautiful photo...
Toast: :) Reminds me of baby Stuey on The Family Guy.
Ms Smack: A beautiful subject deserves an equally beautiful treatment. Thanks for your recent comments. :)
aw, I love her
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