Papa Bear

Call me Latke.

I have never kicked anyone’s ass, nor has anyone ever kicked mine. I made it all the way through childhood without ever being involved in a beat down. As a man, some will applaud me for this; others will take pity. I can’t deny that I’m glad to have never had my ass handed to me, but I admit there’s a small part of me that wonders what it’s like to be part of that club.
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Why I call you Mouse.

I’ve been secretly calling Tater #1 by the name of Mouse for a while.  Thought I’d share why.  That, and I’m anxious about tomorrow’s appointment we have with the ENT so I’m using this as a distraction… (I also apologize for the formatting.  I’m clearly not in charge of this blog formatting.) Read the rest of this entry »


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