When I am called at one in the morning by a slurring hellion, one who is getting bitched out by his [now ex] girlfriend as he sheepishly asks for a ride, and I am the first person that he thought of to call...I gotta know I am loved.
Ah, but he is more than that. He is a loving son, a doting uncle, and a southern boy who will ma'am the women, and kick the ass of anyone exhibiting respect issues.
At the ripe 'ol age of 10, he answered the doorbell, scowled at the sixteen year old boy standing on the porch, and asked as gruffly as he could muster, "You here to take out my sister?"
Happy Birthday to my brother. He is 24 today.
.. happy birthday, brother Monroe...
Posted by: Eric at April 4, 2005 02:40 PMHow about if I called you, all slurring and fucked-up at 3:00 in the morning? Would you come rescue ME?
Posted by: Acidman at April 4, 2005 02:51 PM24? He'll be having to get a job in about 10 years. Let him live it up.
Posted by: Velociman at April 4, 2005 08:05 PMHappy birthday to your brother and Stretch. They share the same.
Posted by: Sam at April 5, 2005 09:47 AMDoes this mean you are pimping him out again?
Posted by: PrncessCat at April 9, 2005 12:16 AM
I like e-mail.
If I LIKE what you have
to say, I'll even respond.
keymonroe at gmail dot com
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