Yes. My hair was carrot-red for many a year—and me & my little sister were virtual twins. And yes, we actually called each other “bro” and “sis.” And we actually walked, hand-in-hand, to the same elementary school my dad went to.
Yes. My hair was carrot-red for many a year—and me & my little sister were virtual twins. And yes, we actually called each other “bro” and “sis.” And we actually walked, hand-in-hand, to the same elementary school my dad went to.
How Freudian! (Re)entering the dark tunnel beneath the grassy knoll…
Did you really call your sister Pinky? That’s so cute!
My brother has not used my given name in about 25 years. I am, and will remain, Sis to him.
HOW DOES IT END
DID YOU DIE?
yeah, what’s the dealio? i don’t wanna wait til friday to know how this shiz ends, dammit!
my guess: it’s not spiders—it’s weevils.
jp!, you KILL me!
it’s not weevils, and it’s not spiders, but it’s creepy as all hell.
my sis got her name from the fonz’ sweetheart, Pinky Tuscadero. except we re-did it after her favorite car . . . so she was Pinky Karmannghia.
i used to have all these cassette tapes where we made commercials and stuff, all in “character.” i wasn’t called gorjus yet, but she’s been pinky for a long time.
It was something so horrible it turned his hair blonde… maybe a made for TV movie with Bert Convey & Mr. T…
I love Bert Convey. He is HOT. If anyone has seen an episode of Tattletales lately, you know that I am no liar.
this got me thinking…you know, i like those Adam Ant hits from the 80s, but being a 30 year old man, there’s not too many opportunities to play “Strip” and still look cool. like its hard to just crank that up in my car when i pull up to the mall or something.
heh.
Ant Music for Ant People!
you resemble the little boy on the book cover of “how to eat fried worms” i had as a kid.
“how to eat fried worms”!! That brings back memories. Well not eating the worms but owning and reading that book!!
or the boy in Freckle Juice
haw! get up on some freckle juice!!
Adding to the Freudian element: “to explore the ‘underground tunnel’—drainage ditch—that ran from my sister…”
Crikey!
I read “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” today.
well, ya know it wasn’t a dream . . . it was just a drainage ditch! ha!