Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Brain Stains Are Hard to Remove
Holding young Thumper on my lap, I reached behind me to get a book to read to him before his nap. As I did so, my ear rested against the back of his skull. At that moment, he chose to grind his teeth. The sound reverberated inside my own skull, and my brain suddenly exploded. And I died. The end.
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recovering from a fit of giggles induced by this post.
also a little bit drunk.
which maybe can explain *some* portion of the giggles, but certainly not all of them.
so. damn. funny.
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