September 01, 2003
Journal Entry 17 --- Labor day!
I know it's been a stretch since I last posted but I've been busy, and I know that we haven't put up any new tit shots in a while but I promise you that I'll put up some new ones up soon. However for today in light of Labor day I thought this would be the best time to announce that I'm a new father. My son was born at 11:49 P.M. on the 26th of August. He was 7 ponds four ounces and 18 and a half inches long. (coincidently enough, the same size as my cock) He was born on the day Mars was closest to Earth in 60,000 years and almost as red as the planet itself. His name you ask, well it's Charles Ogden Bruhn, but we all call him Charlie. Yes, that's right, Charlie Bruhn... the kids will laugh and call him names and probably never let him play in any of the reindeer games, but the day he comes home crying is the day I look at him and say fuck off kid, I grew up crippled, I have no sympathy walking. It's a scary thing that I'm a father. It's a cruel joke that God likes to play, and the laugh is at Charlie's expense. It'll be a fun day when I have to run after him as he runs out in front of that moving car to get his ball. So anyone who makes fun of the fact that my son has a leash on can suck on the back of both of our asses. If my wife rubs his nose with her nipple, he opens his mouth instinctively. That's not a miracle, shit I do that. The miracle is that he learned it 24 hours after being born. It's nice to know he's being programmed for the tit at such an early age. However, it's proving to be a little more difficult to teach him, "Bitch, I'm hungry, give me my honey bucket!" Here's a few pictures for the scrap book: 
Mr. Charlie Bruhn
And for this sick fucks out there, my wife's epidural:
LB
Posted by Lonnie at 02:31 PM
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