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Showing posts with label Youtubery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Youtubery. Show all posts

Thursday, February 16, 2012

The tiger dreams only of death


In a newish house far from Paris
Partially covered with vines
Lived five related people
Completely out of line.

Completely out of line
They broke their double fiber whole wheat bread
Brushed their teeth (with free toothpaste yay coupons!)
And went to bed. (Mom and Dad wrestling over the comforter, son with his phone, daughter with Netflix, other daughter away at college, alone. We hope.)

Oh screw that. You'll like this better anyway.



I'm asking pointed questions about contraception over at PoliTits. Pointed like a knitting needle. Come join the fun.

P.S. Something for the Downton Abbey fans among us.

P.S.S. What you want is an Adult Education.  Or dreams. Dreams are good.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Adventures in Real Parenting: About That Little Jack Russell Terrier


Seems like for one reason or another I've been hanging out with The Actor a lot lately. MathMan and I have imposed some new television rules and that might be part of the reason. That might also explain why the sibling squabbling has reached a crescendo. I'm hoping that that whole mess has peaked because we can't keep cleaning up broken crockery and I'm in no mood to pay lawyers more than I'm already paying them right now.

So anyway, The Actor, who is working toward a new blog name - Nathan Taylorsville - for reasons that will become apparent shortly, and I have been chillaxing, drinking root beer and practicing obnoxiously loud burping, stuffing our faces with Fritos and generally guffawing at Nitro Circus and reruns of Jackass.

The other day, we watched the following segment over and over, thanks to the wonders of DVR. Then we repeated the lines until no one wanted to be around us. Finally, we looked it up on YouTube so I could put it up on the blog. So here it is. I hope you like it.

We're headed outside now where we plan to light our pants on fire and beat the living shit out of each other with hockey sticks.

See you when we're back from the emergency room....



Because sometimes, the 12 year old boy trapped inside me has to be let out, that's why!