Psychobiography

While eating green olives stuffed with pimientos and listening to Dallas wake from his nap, Lloyd asked, "Is he the red?"
"Who?"
"Dallas."
"What red?"
"The good red."

???

Dallas the Good Red, it is! He isn't living up to the name Dangerous Dallas anymore, anyway. (He use to claw people in the face.) Lloyd, on the other hand, is still the name I gave him when at six months old he could singlehandedly take my house apart: Lloyd the Destroyer.




	Psychobiography Home Get Email Updates Email Me Admin Password Remember Me 201398 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2007-01-09 1:32 PM My boy kids Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) While eating green olives stuffed with pimientos and listening to Dallas wake from his nap, Lloyd asked, "Is he the red?" "Who?" "Dallas." "What red?" "The good red." ??? Dallas the Good Red, it is! He isn't living up to the name Dangerous Dallas anymore, anyway. (He use to claw people in the face.) Lloyd, on the other hand, is still the name I gave him when at six months old he could singlehandedly take my house apart: Lloyd the Destroyer. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top