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just another run of the mill life ah tony?

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prositute named Chloe with webbed feet. My childhood was typical - summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets.
My father was a joker.Whenever I misbehaved he would bury me in the sandpit.Only up to the waist, but you can get real dizzy when the blood rushes to your head.
When I was a child, my parents moved a lot. But I always found them!

say aahhh

Mike - You wanting to p;ay doctor, AGAIN? lol