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To Protect The Innocent.....

Well, the innocent looking at least.

Monkey Boy shall from now on be known as Bam Bam since he looks just like him in hair and body depts. He also acts like him so there ya go.

Peanut is now known as Pebbles. She has red hair. She drives Bam Bam insane. It works for us.

You all are going to sleep better tonight now that you know this. I'm sure of it. If you don't, just stay away from caffeine and Ambien


Les Becker said…
I just had one of those Fits of Stupidity (I dye my hair blonde to WARN people, you know). I read "BAM BAM" as "BARN BARN". "RN"s in certain fonts always look like "M"s to me, and vice versa. But I ended up in a loop, reading and re-reading just the first sentence, wondering who the heck "Barn Barn" was, or what it could mean before I finally noticed "Pebbles" and figured it out. (Canadian Mark had a similar Fit on Suzi's blog last summer, thinking she had somehow managed to pull a "small, wet DOG out of the drain, instead of a CLOG. See, I would have just wondered how she got her shoe stuck in the drain in the first place...
Anyway... I don't know if I can get used to calling MonkeyBoy "Bam Bam". "Barn Barn" is starting to grow on me, though... (Will he still say "Lah You" when he's Bam Bam?) Damn, I'm not going to sleep better... I'll still be laughing.

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