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By the way… Bella Lugosi’s dead.
No, no, no! Not me… That would really be a story.
I got an email as a result of a post in the comments section on my blog. It was from Marty Johnson, the guy in this story:
Mortgage broker discovers he’s a prince
How cool is that? Very if you ask me. A note from a prince. The text of his letter was as follows:
I too am adopted and just as I began to search for my parents my birth mother found me. 10 months later we found my birth father in Nigeria (they met when he was a foreign student getting his master’s degree in Iowa.)
To make a long story short, it has been a wonderful experience. I do have one word of advice. I hope that you are going into this without any great expectations one way another. Some people I’ve met have had great experiences (like me) while others have not. However, the discovery is well worth the effort either way. Closure comes in all kinds of packages.
By the way- if you want to hear more about my story, pick up the November issue of GQ magazine. They had an editor and a photographer travel with me when I met my father in Africa. (It was a pretty cool deal.
Or you can do a Google search with “Marty” “Johnson” “Prince” and “Eagan”. Click on the first article that comes up.
Best of luck to you! I bookmarked your site and will check back often.
Oh Yeah- a suggestion. Tell us about what thought processes you are going through as you are putting this search together.
Well Marty, as far as any thought processes they are as follows. I have sent for the non-identiifying information from the province of Nova Scotia where I was born. As they are 3 years behind in requests I have about another 28 months to wait for that.
I’m leaving it up to the Gods really. I’ve put my name on all the reunion boards around the web including CANADopt.ca. I’ve made myself very easy to find as you can see. Heck, you found me. Anyway, I’m doubtful that I’m anything more than a pauper, but am honored that a Prince took the time to contact me. 🙂
look it’s Tony Blair’s Desktop. Click around on the icons and you’l find all kinds of interesting things.
The Big Shocker – The Original Foam Shocker Hand
Jackson wins today’s make Mike laugh out loud award.
FYI – a shocker = this
Shamings | The Olympics of Drunken Embarrassment
I think that this one is particularly creative/cruel.
It;’s time for the summer Olympics … snore! Oh well here’s the website anyway: ATHENS 2004 Olympic Games
“Where’s the beef? It’s at a Pennsylvania pub that serves the world’s biggest burger – weighing in at NINE lip-smacking pounds! That’s no whopper – you can actually get this meat monster for $23.95, (about $40.00 Canadian, including taxes and a beverage) loaded with all the “fixins”: Two whole tomatoes, a half-head of lettuce, 12 slices of American cheese, a full cup of peppers, two entire onions, plus a river of mayonnaise, ketchup, and mustard. And Americans wonder why they are getting fat…”
I tought this was a photoshop job at first. It may be, but if not there are more photos: Here’s one of these insanely large burgers 
beside a normal sized burger. Here’s 
trying to fit his big yap around one of these monstrosities. Finally here’s a photo of 
with his group of like-minded morons. They obviously have money to burn and no concern for a exploded stomach and internal bleeding.
You all can thank Pauly, who cooks at “the home” (said in my best old lady voice), for this culinary nightmare. Ugh, my guts hurt.
Quantum Sleeper … in a word “creepy”. That said, I want one. But where does Moosh go? Doesn’t look like enough room for her. Do they make a doggy version too?
The skin around my nose appears to be drying out. This started when we moved to our place three years ago and has steadily gotten worse since then. Maybe there’s something weird with the water or my diet. It started before Atkins so I know it’s not that. I’m not sure what’s up but it’s as irritating as all hell, let me tell you. I’m like some kind of old lady.Anyway, I’ve had to start using moisturizing lotion, cleaning solution and creams on my face. Frankly I’m kind of embarrased as I’ve never had problem skin before. Now when I’m going through my ritual every day in my head I hear Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs (one of my favourite films) saying:
“It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it’s told.” (wav 42.8 kb)
and when I resisit Bill says:
“It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.” (wav 46.8 kb)
If I forget to put my stuff away I hear:
“Put the fucking lotion in the basket! arf!” (wav 37.3 kb)
I’m not sure why but I now have this weird urge to put on make up, jam my ding dong between my legs and dance around in front of a mirror listening to “this song” (mp3 2.51 mb).
Call the guys with the butterfly net and agent Clarice Starling. Mike is out of his mind.
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