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Sing The Fucking Song!

Fifth anniversary? Oh yeah, that. Slipped my mind for a sec. Sorry. Slap me silly. Certainly, we sissy boys sometimes screw up, alternative selfish priorities and such. So sue us. Sad such scuffle, I'm sure. Must suck. The suffering, the sacrifice ... (sigh.) Still, all things considered, we're still super, thanks for asking. Sing it, Big Gay Al, sir!

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  1. Hey Dad...

    I know I never leave comments on your page, mostly because I never think anything I have to say is worth writing, but this one made me laugh. I remember several years ago when you played this song for me on your computer and it ALWAYS makes me crack up... especially the "cancer is killing" part, which is borderline terrible, but I love it anyway... and you.

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  2. Diane - I love my BGA, too. I love the irreverance of South Park and always satiring stereotypes, it's funny being able to laugh at oneself. Of course, you know that, that's why I love you so! When I was watching this and they showed the guy in the wheelchair I (no disrespect!!!) did call to mind the post you wrote about scootering Kong down the street, don't know why. I loved that post. Even more than the ones about Aunt Vi.

    Megan - Like father, like daughter. Sickos, we Robertsons. Super sickos, though, I must say! You really ought to speak up more often around here. Join the fray, sug. Love you.

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  3. Yes, Megan. Join the fray. But only if I don't have to watch my language. I like to write fuck now and then. :-)

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  4. Hey, I'm watching South Park right now....Cartman turned into a Vietnamese prostitute and the cows committed suicide- my kind of humor! The kooky thing is I used to have a cat named Ming Lee.

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  5. little navigator... have you met my father? :-) The language definitely doesn't bother me.

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  6. Megan, you have an awesome dad!.. I'm sure you already knew that. I am a big fan.

    Doug R. I'm tagging you..check it out.

    http://greatmindsthinklikemerainlillie.blogspot.com/2008/03/make-wish-meme-catz.html

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  7. vietnamese prostitutes meet suicidal cattle ... whatever happened to originality? jeez. same ol' same ol'. yawn. :-)

    megan - you must have me mistaken with some other dad.

    little nav - i love the way you fuck. don't ever change.

    rain - yep, i got my tag, i'm *it* ... thanks for putting me on the spot! that's a toughie, still working on it. i've gone through about half a dozen options already, i'm still pondering. couldn't it have been a meteor shower or something other than a single shooting star?

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