My name is Inigo Montoya…
A few weeks ago a baby was born here in The Bay with 12 functioning fingers and 12 functioning toes. Fucking wild right? What, you don’t believe me? Then click, here and read the article. Hearing about this of course made me think of The Princess Bride, and how Inigo Montoya wants to find the six fingered man and say, “Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
The cool thing is that since all the digits are working, the doctors don’t want to amputate the extra ones. They say that the kid could end up being a virtuosic musician or typist. While I completely agree, I also feel that the extra pressure of being a social outcast might cause the kid to grow up and make a living giving virtuosic back alley hand jobs. Then again the Coney Island Sideshow might be looking for some new acts too.
Wow! I’m sorry about that one folks. I was partying until 5 am after the Grand Opening of The Church Key last night, and the Jehovah’s Witnesses rang my doorbell at 10 this morning. I haven’t been able to get back to sleep, so I’m a little loopy. Don’t worry, I’m totally gonna get Jehovah back though; next time he passes out drunk, I’m gonna write all over him.