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Suede: I wish you family really was called "The Fears" though.
So do I, actually. I've thought about having it legally changed--but, y'know, what does it matter what the law calls us, when everyone wo matters knows who we really are?
Biz: Is this really your fourth? Don't have any more or you'll start forgetting their names.
No, the "Sam makes four" comment referred to the total number in the household--me, D, and two kids--Claire and now Sam. Your comment, though, did remind me of the lyrics of one of my favorite Lou Reed songs, "Beginning Of A Great Adventure":
Why stop at one, I might have ten, a regular TV brood
I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood
Just like these redneck lunatics I see at the local bar
with their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hooves
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Susie, Jesus, Bogart, Sam, Leslie, Jill and Jeff
Rita, Winny, Andy, Fran and Jet
Boris, Bono, Lucy, Ethel, Bunny, Reg and Tom
that's a lot of names to try not to forget
Carrie, Marlon, Mo and Steve, La Rue and Jerry Lee
Eggplant, Rufus, Dummy, Star and The Glob
I'd need a damn computer to keep track of all these names
I hope this baby thing don't go too far
Lots more to it than that, darker and more profound--but that's the part that makes me laugh. |
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