Interesting article here about taking pictures during the birth of a child. The most interesting thing about it is the person interviewed who said they wanted to film their 8th child just like all the rest. Look, Laurie Shifler, #1, nobody wants to see that happening down there. My cousin video'd hers and I nearly threw up. #2, At that point all babies look exactly alike. Nasty little shriveled up and wet, red and wrinkled. Just use the same pics for #8 as you did for #7. Who's gonna know? #3, It's your private parts, not a clown car. Quit having kids! You're not going to discipline them properly and taxpayers can't afford to feed them.
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I might have sired three of the eight, but I'm not sure...
Dew (no hyphen - that's what she said)
I guess I will have to start using a different name since someone has taken over mine
the real
Dew
Dew, you could just be Dew, no hymen, er, hyphen, and the fake could use the hyphen.
Or you could be Harvey.
How did you happen to call him Harvey?
Well, Harvey's his name.
How do you know that?
There was a rather interesting
coincidence on that, Doctor.
One night several years ago I was walking early in the evening along Fairfax Street.
It was between 18th and 19th.
Do you know the block?
Yes, yes.
I'd just put Ed Hickey into a taxi.
Ed had been mixing his rye with his gin, and he...I just felt that
he needed conveying.
Anyway, I was walking along the
street and I heard this voice saying, "Good evening, Mr. Dowd."
Well, I turned around...and here was this big six-foot rabbit leaning up against a lamppost.
I thought nothing of that because
when you've lived in a town...as long as I've lived in this one, you get used to the fact that everybody knows your name.
Naturally, I went over to chat with him.
And he said to me, he said, "Ed Hickey was a little spiffed this
evening. Or could I be mistaken?"
Of course he was not mistaken. I think the world and all of Ed, but he was spiffed.
We talked like that for a while and then I said to him, "You have the advantage on me. You know my name, and I don't know yours."
And right back at me he said, "What name do you like?"
Well, I didn't even have to think twice about that. Harvey's always been my favorite name. So I said to him, I said, "Harvey."
And, uh...
Th-This is the interesting thing
about the whole thing.
He said, "What a coincidence. My name happens to be Harvey."
That's the longest comment ever on this blog and to think: it meant absolutely nothing. Dew, you could start calling yourself the Donald but your stories and comments would have to be alot longer and have no purpose.
Just trying to give Dew some ideas for a new nom de plume.
And actually, I think I have posted longer comments...
I don't think he even wants a new plume. And that's probably just the longest one I've ever read all the way.
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