It’s… A lobster! Photo by Denis Gobo Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related 7 thoughts on “It’s…” Add yours Congratulations!!! Oh, what a cutie! You must be so proud. So, any plans for the little one? You better start saving up for post-secondary, you know that right? Going to University of Garlic-Butter can be pretty expensive. Dammit Geoff, you had my hopes up that Alex had delivered already and I was expecting a boy/girl announcement. LikeLike Reply And my evil plan of misdirection comes to fruition! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHA! LikeLike Reply My Dad had a saying for things like this – “I like to live dangerously” – usually when he was saying something that would get him in deep trouble if Mom ever heard! LikeLike Reply Well this explains a lot about your behaviour in Undergrad!!! You’re related to Doctor Zoidberg. No wonder it took you so long to break out of your shell… 🙂 LikeLike Reply Oh for the love… Ed, Roger was the one who made bad jokes. Please don’t pick up his crabby habits. LikeLike Reply Who, MOI?!?! Bad jokes are “so 90s!” I grew out of them years ago! I have never been so insulted in my life! Come, I grew up, I left the country, married twice, and you only beat me to the fatherhood thing by, like, 4 weeks, and all you can remember from two years of being roomies are THAT I TOLD BAD JOKES!?!?!? Ed, do you think the crab looks more like Geoff or Alex? LikeLike Reply Roger, those weren’t bad jokes. They were in a whole (sub-)class of their own. People didn’t groan at them, they wanted to commit seppuku. People’s ears bled at the punchlines. Every time you told one, a kitten didn’t just die — it exploded. They were legend made real. How do you think I still remember that? 😛 And the crab will look more like me. Alex doesn’t look like a crab. More like a porpoise. Gimme something else to remember you about, and I’m allllllll over it. In the meantime, I’m gonna work more on my insults. 😉 LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.