Monday, May 09, 2005

Spawn of Satan

My wife. Ivy. My assistant. If Julie gets pregnant I'm moving to the east coast.

It appears I'm going to be an uncle again. Poison Ivy is pregant. She's due in January next year. I'm not sure what's more disgusting: the fact that I had to listen to Ivy talk about her mysterious coochie debris all day Saturday or the fact that Gary actually poked that coochie. Nasty fucker.

Baby's due in January. I hope it's a monkey. That would be cool.