--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "curtisdeltablues" <curtisdeltabl...@...> wrote: > > If mommy keeps using my name when she fights with daddy I am > going to start cutting myself again with the sharpened end > of the paper clip. Than I am going to wet my bed and not have > my period until I am 17. Then I am going to spray computer > screen cleaner onto a rag and inhale it from a paper bag till > the fighting stops in my head. Then I am going to date a man > who is 18 years older than I am and get preggers. Then I am > going to discover meth. > > I'm just say'n...
I hadn't gotten that far in imagining the Blessed Offspring's personality development yet. I was still imagining them in French grade school, stealing Daddy's crown to take to school for "show and tell." "My Daddy is king of the Global Country Of Enlightenment. My bet is that the issue of whether living in a presumably Vastu condo in the effulgent field of the ME generated by a noted butt- bouncer makes one "invincible" is going to be settled on the playground that very day. Can you imagine the pressure they'll be under to get good grades in school? "You *have* to get all A's because any other letter is Vedically so...so...not the first letter." As for what happens when they do grow to boinkable age, I'm just wondering how Da King is going to react when a decrepit 500-pound Bevan starts hitting on them. "I'm the *real* Tower Of Invincibility in your Daddy's king- dom, cutey...wanna see?" :-)
