Many of you don't know the backstory of the famous Ralph. We all know my brother is a huge pussy. Well, 20 years ago we were here in Kalamazoo at Mervyn's (kind of like Kohl's). Russ wanted this stuffed white dog. I can't even remember the things name, but, little Russ got his stuffed animal and I was too cool for the room. I wanted no part of a stuffed animal, I'm in fifth grade man, what kind of action am I getting if girls know I like stuffed animals?? (If you've seen my pics from fifth grade you'll know stuffed animals were the least of my concerns with the opposite sex). I wasn't letting on that the big brown eyes of one of the stuffed gorillas was stuck in my head, We came home and I couldn't stop thinking about that stuffed gorilla at Mervyn's. Freud would probably link this to my love of black women if he were still alive....ANYWAYS, Mom took me back to Mervyn's and I got my gorilla. His name is Ralph, he's been my inatimate BFF for 20 years, has slept with more girls than I have, and he's probably seen more of the world than a lot of you guys have. I took these pics on the road today because I know Kristin misses Ralph, but also because the drive to Kalamazoo is as exciting as testical surgery.
Live for NOW,
Kev
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