Monday, July 17, 2006

 

Death, Dr. Seuss Style


Jeff, Jeff, Jeff. You had to go and call us out. Well, since I'm really the only OTHER one who's written anything (okay, maybe Dukey wrote one), I guess you're calling me out. You're #19 and I'm in the low slot. Okay, I'm out. (I can hardly wait for the "I'm out" jokes to start.) This is me getting you--and your mamma--back, for dropping me in the low slot. (That's how she likes, it, by the by--your mamma: from the back.) DOH! Wait, are there kids who read this? Sorry about that. Note to kids: Kids, just so you know, Jeff's mamma likes it from the back.

Now that that filth is outta my mouth, on to something more innocent.

So my 7-year-old daughter, The Bop, came out with this in the car yesterday:
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Bop: Mommy?

Mommy: Yes, Bop. (This was like the 25th "Mommy...." in the past 2 minutes.)

Bop: Do you know why I keep all my Dr. Seuss books?

Mommy: Why, Bop.

Bop: Because he's dead.

[daddy starts laughing hysterically]

Mommy: What about other authors who are still alive?

Bop: They don't write Dr. Seuss books.

Comments:
Holy crap! Somebody else wrote something? Um, wow, so I guess you better write a bunch so you can catch up, because you're a little behind. No, actually, you're a lot behind. Which incidentally, is how your mom likes it.

You started it. Punk.
 
hahahahaha!

You know I love you. And your mom.
 
SMART girl!
 
Howard, I love your picture. Rather saintly. I gotta figure out how to get me one of them halos!
 
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