Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Tastes like Chicken


OK guys, let's think this through! You don't want me for dinner. Really. I'm all muscle and bone. You'd have to floss for hours.

posted by Flea's Nose @ 10:17 p.m. 0 comments

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Baby Got Back


"I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tongue
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture."

posted by Flea's Nose @ 9:58 p.m. 1 comments

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Feelin good.


Contentment.

posted by Flea's Nose @ 9:35 p.m. 1 comments

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Family in the Park


Alright guys, lay off the hokey "Family in the park stuff" ok? I want to be home with my blankey, bottle and a nightcap.

posted by Flea's Nose @ 6:23 p.m. 0 comments

Norman Rockwell Moment


The Thanksgiving walk in the park is nice Dad, but could you lay off the onions? Mouthwash wouldn't be a bad idea either.

posted by Flea's Nose @ 6:20 p.m. 0 comments

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Economic Woes


I just can't take any more of these high gas prices!

posted by Flea's Nose @ 9:13 p.m. 0 comments

Appys


I'm goin to eat your Bebeh.

Hmmm...tastes like chicken.

posted by Flea's Nose @ 9:11 p.m. 0 comments

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

The good Ol Days


Hey, I remember you! We go back quite a ways, you and I.

Good times, good times.

posted by Flea's Nose @ 11:10 p.m. 0 comments

Monday, October 03, 2005

Exhausted


Man, what a day! Nothing seemed to go right. When was the last time you shat yourself and puked twice before the sun even rose?

posted by Flea's Nose @ 7:54 p.m. 0 comments

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Baby Yoga


Head so large...can't lift it. Must crawl to remote control . . . teletubbies reducing IQ.

posted by Flea's Nose @ 9:55 p.m. 1 comments

Laughing Boy

When I was born my Daddy was having a drink at a bar in Montana.

When he announced that I was a healthy, happy 25 pound baby all of the other patrons were aghast.

Daddy ensured everyone that this was pretty typical up north.

He returned to that same bar two weeks later and everyone still remembered him. They all wanted to know what I weighed now. He told them proudly, "17 pounds."

The bartender was concerned. He said,"What happened? He was 25 pounds at birth."

My dear old dad took a long sip from his Molson, wiped his sleeve and replied, "I just had him circumcised."

Daddy's funny!

posted by Flea's Nose @ 6:46 p.m. 0 comments

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Ray meets Flea


So, you're my brother huh? You do kinda smell like dad. Just stay away from the boobs and we'll get along just fine.

posted by Flea's Nose @ 9:42 a.m. 0 comments

Baby Protest


What do you mean I have to go back in the crib? What did I do wrong? I've spent more time behind bars than OJ. C'mon, really! Don't I have rights?

Fine! I guess I'll just have to make a poopy during the next bath time.

posted by Flea's Nose @ 9:33 a.m. 0 comments