Baby Doodlebug's page

His old mommy was killed by an ex-paladin, you see.

[Opens his razor-teeth lined maw wide and caterwauls]

I want my mommy!!!!

Will you be my new mommy?

Ma-ma!

Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma!

[Gnashes teeth]

Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma!

The sweet, sweet sounds of my babbling little son. Heh. Two-year-olds.

Pa-pa! Pa-pa!

Pan, you're not supposed to. That's because that section of what I posted is bull$#!^.

Unfortunately, it's bull$#!^ some people actually believe, due in part to the number of movies on the market that show the upper class as smoking.

I'm upper lower-class. Give you three guesses how many times I've heard people trying cigarettes just because they see wealthy people do it in movies, with the desperate hope that emulating the wealthy will lead to them becoming wealthy.

Which, in turn, is more bull$#!^.

Interestingly, but probably not surprisingly, young Doodlebug first tried smoking not because he saw the wealthy doing it in the movies, but because he saw the juvenile delinquents doing it behind the dumpster.

Kiddies: Don't be like Baby Doodlebug. Don't smoke.

Sadly, I have a serious answer.

That's November: Native American Heritage Month

Goblin Orphan Babies Idle No More!

EDIT--Your link is broken, Comrade Jeff.

What if you don't have a family? Because when you were little a band of "heroes" murdered everyone you knew and loved and then argued among themselves about whether killing you would offend the paladin's "code of honor", and finally decided to hogtie you and bring you to a school with disgusting little pinkskins, and made you do math, and wear shoes, huh? What do you do then?

Where's my holiday?!?

Ma-ma!!

Hee hee!

Uh, I mean,

Ma-ma!

Ma-ma!

Baby Doodlebug wrote:

I prefer Dadaists.

Ma-ma!!

Bunuel and Dali.

Surrealists. :)

They're pretty cool, too.

Link

Ma-ma!

I prefer Dadaists.

Ma-ma!!

Ma-ma?

Who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy...I mean,

Ma-ma!

Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma!

[Looks at BBT's Oracle]

Ma-ma! Ma-ma! Ma-ma!