My wife has two older sons from her first marriage who were ghetto and un American. When she gave birth to our second baby girl the doctors tied her tubes. It was that or she would die if she became pregnant again. She wept as they rolled her into surgery and said in her broken English Third World accent, "I'm sorry for not giving you a son."

I said, "That's okay. After meeting your two I don't want any."

If I could post photos you would see an angel with a pink .22 and a matching fishing pole. Girls are great if you are good to them.


Me solum relinquatis


Molon Labe