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Well, last week I experienced one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. An overwhelming life altering moment. Something that still leaves me quivering at night when I think about it.
I bought a baby carriage.
And a car seat.
I know that it's been an issue on everyone's minds here, something that has been keeping all of you awake at night. And that is, the future of russbo.com. Who's gonna run this web site in thirty years when old doc is in some nursing home dribbling oatmeal out of his mouth? When his hands are too busy fondling young busty candy stripers instead of ThinkPad keyboards? When his mind is, well, just as lost and befuddled as it is now?
So, for the betterment of humanity, or at least the five of you that inhabit these forums, I present to you, Boris.
Well, that's his codename. There's a story behind that. Coming in late February, to an operating theater somewhere in Thailand. As long as he inherits mom's looks and nothing from me, he'll be fine. Mom has already agreed that I can shave his head and clothe him in dirty jeans and sweat shirts. We're still debating the dark sunglasses thing.
And as for the car seat, I assure you, most assuredly, I put my hand on the Bible, the Quran, the Torah and anything else you may want me to promise my evil blemished soul on, that car seat will never, ever, be seen in a minivan. A minivan will never, ever grace the driveway of the docPalace. Never. Really. NEVER. Boris will fit very happily in the back of my old Porsche or my Jeep.
Oh, by the way, we just found out "Boris" is a boy. And he's built just like dad.
He's bald.
I bought a baby carriage.
And a car seat.
I know that it's been an issue on everyone's minds here, something that has been keeping all of you awake at night. And that is, the future of russbo.com. Who's gonna run this web site in thirty years when old doc is in some nursing home dribbling oatmeal out of his mouth? When his hands are too busy fondling young busty candy stripers instead of ThinkPad keyboards? When his mind is, well, just as lost and befuddled as it is now?
So, for the betterment of humanity, or at least the five of you that inhabit these forums, I present to you, Boris.
Well, that's his codename. There's a story behind that. Coming in late February, to an operating theater somewhere in Thailand. As long as he inherits mom's looks and nothing from me, he'll be fine. Mom has already agreed that I can shave his head and clothe him in dirty jeans and sweat shirts. We're still debating the dark sunglasses thing.
And as for the car seat, I assure you, most assuredly, I put my hand on the Bible, the Quran, the Torah and anything else you may want me to promise my evil blemished soul on, that car seat will never, ever, be seen in a minivan. A minivan will never, ever grace the driveway of the docPalace. Never. Really. NEVER. Boris will fit very happily in the back of my old Porsche or my Jeep.
Oh, by the way, we just found out "Boris" is a boy. And he's built just like dad.
He's bald.
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