Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Nobody is ever really named Cedric.


Anonymous said...

When I was a kid, I had a big dog named Cedric. My mom had a giant decorative bottle, about three feet tall, and she kept pennies in it. My brothers used to blow into it like they were playing a jug, and when Cedric heard that sound, his weiner would stick out.

You knew who this was before I signed my name, didn't you?

JDiego said...

Yes. I did know who this was before you signed your name. You're that crazy girl with all the weird stories from your childhood.