This does not, I believe, violate the family proscription on displaying the pics of the kids since most of these are from so long ago only the cognoscenti will have any idea who they are.
Most of these shots were from at least twenty years ago so I seriously don't see a foul but I'll take it down if you wish.
Note: I have no idea why I put the apples in there as they just seemed the thing at the time. I made the pic quite a while ago too.
The fish has always killed me ... and (sob) the fish as well. This may be the fish which got croaked when it jumped out of the water in front of my radio-controlled boat. It was gas-powered and fairly quick so ... THWACK ... instant dead fish. If you want to know how to catch fish, you stop on down and talk with Uncle Silas. I may not do it the regular way but the evidence proves it works.
(Ed: you damn murdering fish killer!)
So it seems (larfs).
There are thirteen nieces and nephews and an unclear number of grand-nieces and grand-nephews so my sibs have clearly been busy with some major procreation. They have guaranteed the continuation of the family since it takes an average of 2.1 babies to do that and six sibs just made it over that line. I'm the wastrel who sat out this game but the other sibs (cough) worked overtime and the Fraser genetics will continue forward to do their best plaguing the future with inexplicable (to most) craziness.
I have no kids since I made no particular effort to do that and likely would not have even considered it without some significant familial influence. That's a seriously bad reason to start a family but Mystery Lady felt it too and we tried.
Fortunately, it did not work and doctors couldn't find an explanation so they wanted us to go to fertility specialists. No-one wants to be an OctoMom so that game was dead in its tracks almost instantly and bring on the Vasectomy Clinic. The doctor asked me if I wanted to watch but I just thought, "You asshole!" (larfs)
Stickin' a knife in the cojones is just is not a spectator sport! (Take it easy as it doesn't hurt a bit or at least not much)
Most of these shots were from at least twenty years ago so I seriously don't see a foul but I'll take it down if you wish.
Note: I have no idea why I put the apples in there as they just seemed the thing at the time. I made the pic quite a while ago too.
The fish has always killed me ... and (sob) the fish as well. This may be the fish which got croaked when it jumped out of the water in front of my radio-controlled boat. It was gas-powered and fairly quick so ... THWACK ... instant dead fish. If you want to know how to catch fish, you stop on down and talk with Uncle Silas. I may not do it the regular way but the evidence proves it works.
(Ed: you damn murdering fish killer!)
So it seems (larfs).
There are thirteen nieces and nephews and an unclear number of grand-nieces and grand-nephews so my sibs have clearly been busy with some major procreation. They have guaranteed the continuation of the family since it takes an average of 2.1 babies to do that and six sibs just made it over that line. I'm the wastrel who sat out this game but the other sibs (cough) worked overtime and the Fraser genetics will continue forward to do their best plaguing the future with inexplicable (to most) craziness.
I have no kids since I made no particular effort to do that and likely would not have even considered it without some significant familial influence. That's a seriously bad reason to start a family but Mystery Lady felt it too and we tried.
Fortunately, it did not work and doctors couldn't find an explanation so they wanted us to go to fertility specialists. No-one wants to be an OctoMom so that game was dead in its tracks almost instantly and bring on the Vasectomy Clinic. The doctor asked me if I wanted to watch but I just thought, "You asshole!" (larfs)
Stickin' a knife in the cojones is just is not a spectator sport! (Take it easy as it doesn't hurt a bit or at least not much)
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