Many Faces of Baby
WEEK 13
Thanks to a few of our talented and "highly" imaginative friends, we're able to get a few ideas of what baby may look like. Feel free to submit your own creative notions!
Submitted by Roger Blonder
Submitted by Joe Oesterle
posted by the Brykmans @ 9:22 AM
3 comments
3 Comments:
I'll have you know, that unlike Joe Oesterling's baby, my piece is a
bonafide creation of the genetic web tool, not some Photoshop GMO job.
Never have my feathers been so ruffled.
I suppose Roger Whoeverheis probably spent many a taxing hour wondering where to place the eyebrows before he settled on above the eyes. That is the work of a true creative genius Bravo to that magnificent artiste. Brilliant choices Ron, brilliant choices.
As for me, I am saddened that Roy thinks I resorted to Photoshop trickery. How dare this fellow deign to impugn my character.
Steve, if you would be so kind as to inform your pal Robert that I played the game fair and square, and that somehow, perhaps by divine intervention, this is how my loveable Bryk-baby turned out. Maybe your good buddy Rolo doesn't believe in God.
I hope this devil-worshipping friend of yours enjoys hell Steve, because that's where people go who dare question the Lord Almighty.
Sitting in judgement,
Joe (Oesterle)
It is with a heavy heart that I send along this unfortunate New Year's
message.
Since we met, I wondered how it could be that National Lampoon would have ever let you go. Your humor and wit are unsurpassed. Now it's all clear. The source of your demise was clearly Mr. Joe Osterling. Or perhaps more accurately, the dyslexia from which he suffers. Kindly direct your ouster to have a closer look at the eyebrow placement of your dear offspring. One can only imagine where you would have been today were it not for the limitations of a visual cripple in a position of authority. Nepotism, I assume.
Surely you had not warned your ailing friend that our connection was through the holy conduit of joint circumcision and that hijacking the Lord's name for the sake of his vain tomfoolery could be dangerous. And during the Days of Awe, no less, when we are challenged to reflect on our deeds and to dive from our hubristic erections into steaming tubs of our own humble excrement.
Joe mustn't have known that since the baker squeezed out "Robert" instead of "Roger" on my Bar Mitzvah cake, I have endured the barbs of shemanic (heb.) distortion. The cherry of my virgin identity is encrusted in a callous of diamond. At the center, my pure heart, a Freshen Up burst reserved for the
jaw clamp of the Lord alone on the day of my return.
It is in the light of the Most High in these 10 days of penitence that I am compelled to send along a warning, not of my own making, to your enhazed compatriot.
Lies will get you nowhere in the world, dear Oysterling. Your pearly wishes to evade the truth are but a grain of sand in my fresh organic spinach. Dare a lick?
With but a simple algorithm designed to settle the day, the Brykbaby reveals its true colors. I'm afraid it smells worse than you may have expected, Brykman.
Before the baby escapes its womb of incubation, I beg of you Joe. Repent!
repent!
With best wishes for a bone chilling Yom Kippur.
-Rolo Bronchitis
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