Kind of an oxy-moron of sorts, not a lot is really straight at Ivory Tusk.  Me for one isn’t, The Crazy is most definitely not, the Flintstones are not, Santa is well sort of lost and confused (could just be a heavier closet door…)  Junior is for sure, i could show slides explaining why he’s not- but ssshhhh! no one is to know- he dont like being not straight- for a gay man… WTF?

The house on Ivory Tusk Court- wow, its a smorgasbord of hilarity and turmoil, drama and chilling suspense.  So kinda like the Price is Right, without the beautiful people sleeping with old men… ok- so we are identical.  We decided as a family (one for all and all for me- Teddy B) to start up a blog so we could get our lifestyle posted and have people input or just muse as to our daily dose of BS.  Eventually when the Sick Kids lottery pays off, we will also start an online reality show of the same name.  Much more funny wen yu see the shit happen live rather then to have to recount ur nightly exploits sober the following day.

Lets pick a family member and say a few polite words… hummmmmmm… Lets see…. ok, lets talk about one of the dogs- Wilson… hummmmm, little shit eats everything in sight and shits all over the floor… lets skip him….  Did i mention i wana buy a monkey and name him Grover, so then i can teach him to stik his finger up his ass and rub it on people…. hahahahaha!  OK well for me thats funny….  OK- bak to work- WTF, getting dirty looks from the boss… fuk sakes i shuld evict her- she driving me sane, expecting me to work, like shit…!

 

TTFN Peeps