Mom & Owen in Cape Cod
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This blog is intended to keep our family and friends -- both near and far -- in touch with Owen as he grows. I will continue to update with photos - and stories too -- as much as I can.
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Damn dude, just pics? You're giving me nothing. Except that you seem to have had an early 90's fashion disaster and dressed Owen as Michael Stipe, circa 1991, complete with fishermans hat. I got my Owen I got my Orange Crush, Woo Hoo! Perhaps Owen, Nikki Balda and I can all roll up our jeans to our ankles and do the "Stand" dance in the Commons.
Ah can't get away from high school no matter how hard I try. Anyway, despite the lack of comments to respond to, I'm sure I'll come up with something, Rude the Dude is never one to disappoint. Then again, there was that time in LVR when I blew off that manhungry play chick and her wanton desire for a piece of good ol' me, yes, Rude the Dude! Why? Who knows. Perhaps her willingness to stalk me to my door and make out with me in a moldy, spider infested, stale tobacco reeking basement in attempt to seduce me made me think twice about her mental status. Perhaps it was her big, onion shaped dumper that frightened me, or perhaps I'm just an asshole. Either way, I'm sure she was even more dissapointed when she started dating and broke up with the 80's rocker midgit that was apparently my stuntcock for the evening. Oh well.
Vengence was hers the year after but thats another sordid tale all together...
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