I was born in a dusty house on Flicker Street in the City. My mother was assisted by my brother, Oliver, who was only three at the time. My father was busy playing Carrom with the boys from work and wouldn't learn of my existence for another 72 hours.
1 comment:
Duster,
Poor Doc Rog. Not everyone can be Mario Lopez (Pez, ha,ha. I finally get it).
By the way, I have dimples, too.
(I'm too sexy for my....)
Nashem
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