Had a fun day today. Trying to pick out baby names with my brother's wife. She may be a sweetheart but that didn't stop her from piddling all over my ideas. First it was Snake Plissken. Then it was Lynyrd. Then she shot down Stud, Shitbob, Lips, Snip-Snap, Nino, Hoss, Major Bludd, and a lot more. So I quit trying. There's no pleasing that woman.
Talked with the old man for quite a while. Brainstorming on the boston movie. He says I've got to finish it in 7 days so he can enter it into a contest. I'm gonna see if I can do it. If I don't, he'll drive up and beat me. I can't stop listening to Wish You Were Here since poor, old Syd died. Well, I've gotta hit the boston pig between the eyes if I'm gonna get it done in seven. byebye
Talked with the old man for quite a while. Brainstorming on the boston movie. He says I've got to finish it in 7 days so he can enter it into a contest. I'm gonna see if I can do it. If I don't, he'll drive up and beat me. I can't stop listening to Wish You Were Here since poor, old Syd died. Well, I've gotta hit the boston pig between the eyes if I'm gonna get it done in seven. byebye
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And Ralph is a cuddler, up to a point. Then he randomly and playfully attacks you, jumps around like he's tweaking, and then runs back and forth across the apartment for an hour or two. He's quite mad.
He's not the least bit afraid of Esprit, walks right up to her, and paws her nose when she leans down to check him out. But if he makes any sudden moves, she bolts away.