4 year old son-Dookie-flage.
I’m glad we don’t have a Smell-o-phone, I’d have to mute it.
Okay, so back to the story....
Yep, Mr. Hanna is a dirty man. Apparently, Tiffany saw Jack "Finger Raper" Hanna at SeaWorld in Orlando one year and hasn't been able to stomach the idea of the man since. See, like in the picture above, you never see where his hands are. Proof that Jack is up to no good, according to Tiffany. The whole idea to me is absurd, but Tiffany isn't attending the Opening Season Festivities at SeaWorld San Antonio this weekend because she doesn't want her children near "Jack the Raper" even if she bought season passes.
I'm glad I made friends with Tiffany, if I hadn't the majority of this blog would have never existed (including this post.) See, sometimes you need a little help from your friends. Which made me think of Joe Cocker and his cover of The Beatles song and then lead me on the quest for the entire 6 Season DVD collection of "The Wonder Years". Such DVD collection doesn't exist (as of now), but how many of us girls thought that Winnie was awesome and Kevin was kinda good-looking in a nerdy way. (Epiphany!~My dear friend Brett is the real life Kevin, grown up.) I have proof.
This more or less is the Dan and Brian show, but some I remembered the fun times and wonderful memories. I miss Summershine too! And just to let you know Brian ate/drank whatever came out of the Human Blender 2000 & ONE at least once a week. (hangs head and shakes) I remember all the funny skits during Saturday Night Live (our SNL) and the little girl who peed her pants from laughing so hard. I remember making Hurricane Fries in the Cafe with George, banana bikes that could possibly rip a small boys testicles off while riding (see above picture), Friday night bonfires on the beach, driving an hour to get to a Wal-Mart or McDonald's, Punky taking pictures on the beach (this is one of her shots of Clay & I in the seaoats). Oh and how could I forget my near-death experience there (I've had several, but this was the near-death experience of 2001.) with Kris (I mean Will.) So, I'm laying on my stomach on the couch one day at our beach house and napping. Kris(Will) though it would be funny to sit on me, I'm just putting it out there that Kris isn't a small boy. Ever heard Roy D. Mercer ask "How Big 'a Boy Are Ya?" Well, Kris could scare the bejesus out of Ole Roy! So, he sits on me and I can't breathe, talk or signal for help (my arms are pinned down by his girth). So, what's a girl to do?
All I'm saying is...this is how a fart saved my life. Thank God for flatulence, because it may one day save your life. A Mighty Wind.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bv5RQyV3OWQ