You may find that hard to believe, but its true. From childhood up till now some one is always calling me something. From the names of my youth, bugs, tiger, and the inexplicable sassy pumpkin. To this day I still dont know where my cousins got that from. Then in later years came these variations, beano, bean, and beaner. Then as I got older the names became more sophisticated, such as Pauly and The Wog. But there was one that always turned heads. Whenever I walked into Flag Brew and Falbo was bartending he'd see me amble in say "hey thunder pants."Curiosity would get the best of all as they turned to see my smiling face.
So how does some one merit a nick name such as "Thunder Pants?" It's all due to one of my many inventions/commercial ventures that have never been acted upon. All of you fathers should be happy about the lack of productivity on this one. You see, I had developed underwear with a sewn in amplification panel. Truly a little bit would go a long way. No squeaking anything by. Silent but deadly would be a sonic boom,and a squeaker would be a screaming mimi. Had this gone into production every father would have received one sooner or later. Some day tho, some day. Don't fret ladies, rest assured that Thunder Panties would be soon to follow. Right now tho I feel that its best to stay focused on the kaleidoscope glass. Hours of amusement with no carpal tunnel syndrome.
Yeah, I'm sure that I've been called other names too, but its all in a days work.
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I had no idea you had some oregonian in you. I was just home for xmas, and dug on some McMennamin's for you. Falbo turned me on to your blog. Hope all is well! tim
I'm a vagabond mutt.
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