Reginald Primrose


Hippie love child, punk teenager, pre mid-life crisis victim

I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Happy Birthday Regi!

Regi, you pathetic loser! I guess everyone ignored your birthday again. Sister spent the day on the operating table and then killed her comatose brother-inlaw the next day. Parents went on a wild trip to the casino. Wife slept through it then forgot all about it because the baby factory had a another baby on the third. All Regi got was a birthday greeting from himself and silk pajamas. What he wanted was a velvet jacket and the opportunity to tell Lenny Bruce jokes at a burlesque show. Maybe next year.

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