"Laughter and joke-telling is healthy and can be used to convey messages that may otherwise be too difficult to express!" - Jesse Eisenberg, A Marriage Counselor Tries To Heckle At A Knicks Game
Yesterday was Father's Day here in Owstralia. I began Father's Day by calling someone in the early morning, waking them from sleep, and telling them that their father is dead. I hope that your Father's Day was better.
A raging Bruxist, I grew up on an ostrich farm until I was mistaken for a woman one time too many. Leaving my angsty post-teen life as one of three only children, I flew to Stockholm where I unexpectedly won the Man Booker Prize for lengthy blogging about being short. I'm perplexed to report that I like painting tiny Romans.
4 comments:
Thanks for calling.
As it's leap year, and I'm a clone (grafted fruit tree), we celebrated Father's Day on Mother's Day this year.
PTR,
That's a really tragic story. You poor thing!
Yeah it was pretty poo for all concerned.
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