tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134424928359397057.post9004298185024178097..comments2023-10-23T14:44:54.591-04:00Comments on Tha Man Sam: Son of T: Gold, Myrhh, and FrankensteinSamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00800189775226081175noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134424928359397057.post-25107831848038211762008-12-23T12:33:00.000-05:002008-12-23T12:33:00.000-05:00just great and much congratulations for soldiering...just great and much congratulations for soldiering on through the holidays. i had extremely liberal ( or maybe just narcissistic) parents who never had much problem with anything i said or did. i suspect they were just not that involved. my brother and i had a secret language involving superpowers. we used to take the remote control and point it at someone we were mad at and command them to grow say, a huge butt, or 4 pairs of massive breasts. we thought that was really funny. then when we saw them after that we treated them as though they had grown that part as in " sorry about your 16 breasts" but all in our secret language "squeak". we would collapse laughing over and over until we got sent to our room. the one day in the bathtub my brother pointed the remote and me and said in squeak" i command you to grow a penis". we both waited. he burst into tears and my mother came in and after that no more baths together. but after that we both treated me like i had one and we are still best best friends, like prisoners of war that survived interment in a dark cold place and lived to tell and retell the tale. blessings to you in squeak. Amritamritajihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11992122274982256776noreply@blogger.com