On Turning Three
by Mr JugglesLong or Short turned three earlier this week. Three is an interesting age, when you are just getting confident on your feet, forming words and sentences with rapidly increasing complexity, and, if in China and female, celebrating the third year anniversary of your drowning death. As we become literate and eventually attend pre-school, I hope you will bear with us, all the way through the awkward future tween years that lurk ahead. Then you can pretend you aren’t our parents and leave us at a Bangladeshi train stop to be sold into slavery or consumed by anthropomorphic global warming induced rising sea levels.
Regardingly,
The LoS Staff
Boy, that’s dark.
Happy B-day.
Hey guys! Love your blog. I expect better posts now that you are done with the ‘terrible twos’….hehhh yooohhh.
TOO SOON
So gents, when/wheres the party?
it’s about time that smelly, dirty binkie goes in the closet, mr. juggles. yes, we can still have it at night-night.
That’s not funny, my parents actually did desert me in a supermarket in Florida once. Apart from a brief bout with prostitution and heroid addiction I consider myself fairly well adjusted.
Happy birthday!
Happy B-Day you miserable bunch of portfolio losing baboons.
3yr olds are tastier than two 2yr olds. happy birthday you tasty fucks.
Happy birthday.
Thanks for 3 years of funny sh*t.
You left out the part where you make my shoes.
Where’s my shoes, Bitch!