during a crossfire hurricane
Next thing I remember, I’m a toddler blowing spit bubbles on a 26-th floor window in downtown Houston, while my ‘parents’ Pam and Bubba gaze on adoringly. Seems my real mom, ‘Sissy’, gave me up but with day-in-and-out pureed crawfish, and Rio Grande grapefruit juice, who really cares, right? Plus the Rodeos and Confederate Air Shows.
You may be the world's second most interesting man.
:)
Bagster