Monday, November 23, 2009

Three Ears and a Dream

I know, I know. It's been a while. A few stories about my butt cheeks and the women who love them have apparently sapped my creativity. Fear not, my progeni have volunteered to entertain where their dear, proud dad has fallen off.
The back story: We took advantage of some down time this past Sunday to go for a lovely train ride in Strasburg, PA. Along the way, the boys broke out into this holiday classic and wowed the entire crowd. Not a dry eye on the train, I tell ya. All six of them.
And so, recreated here for your viewing enjoyment and without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, I present ... this ... thing.

"You, you got what I need. And you say he's just a friend. And you say he's just a friend, oh baby you." -- Biz Markie


  1. I know, right? Believe me, we're constantly watching for serial killer behavior -- pulling the wings off flies, torturing neighborhood animals, setting things on fire. So far, so good. And here's hoping they've found an adequate outlet for their ... um ... creativity?
    Also, I feel it important to note here that THIS is what's going on in my house nearly every minute of the day. So if you're reading this blog and it makes no sense at all, now you know why.


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