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Saturday, May 30, 2009

Alert!

GAWD! Not another one!

Mornin' kids - your old pal Scrub here.

Oh yes - another one. Terrifying, ain't it?

They just keep coming.

Nothin we can do about it.

Well - I guess there is somethin we could do about it. But, I am more than confident (meanin' pretty damn'd sure) that SOMEONE would have SOMETHIN to say about it.

It's not like when you gots too many of those darn'd geese around and you gotta pull out the sling shot to cut down the poplulation.

Or when the moose all decide to take up residence on the front lawn of the igloo and badda-boom, badda-bing - we gots moose burgers for dinner for the next 3 months.

No - this is a little different.

Huh? What am I talkin about? Oh sorry - thought ya'll were caught up on this.

Teenagers. Motly. Unruly. Unkempt. Loud. Smelly. Zitty faced. Voice crackly. Ya know - teenagers.

Like a pestilence they are. They'da talked more about 'em in the Bible - along with the frogs and the locusts... but, ran outa room.

The kid? No, No. Not yet. Comin' though. *sigh.

No - in this case we're talkin about Bing of Bing and Bong fame. Ya, the lad hit the magic number recently. 14.

Oh - alright... ya got me. It aint that bad. In fact, in this case, I gotta admit - we love the lil bugger. He's a good kid. Practically one of our own.

So - I'll just sing HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BI-IN-ING. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUU. We love ya sport.