tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418006623450631123.post6300648143069229138..comments2007-10-29T21:47:20.563-04:00Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08087665501043864633noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418006623450631123.post-83614345230016620622007-10-29T21:47:00.000-04:002007-10-29T21:47:00.000-04:00Never heard of him.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08087665501043864633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418006623450631123.post-83556138344383192242007-10-29T18:18:00.000-04:002007-10-29T18:18:00.000-04:00Josh:<BR/><BR/>My uncle's name is Dean. He's my only blood uncle...You'd like him.Sethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06759557722849508076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418006623450631123.post-19357335672454220832007-10-29T17:49:00.000-04:002007-10-29T17:49:00.000-04:00Welcome to "Uncle: The Blog Devoted to Uncles" <BR/><BR/>Mysteriously enough, I not only have a few real uncles, but also had a high-school teacher whose nickname was Uncle. This was at boarding school, one of the strangest places in the universe, so he invited us over to his apartment to listen to opera and watch the English Patient. Yeah. Despite a general kindness, he used to constantly tell me not to pick my face - he knew it was a natural reaction, but he didn't want it to scar, direct quote. <BR/><BR/>Any other Uncles out there, real or imaginary?Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08087665501043864633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418006623450631123.post-2282895200842654662007-10-29T15:51:00.000-04:002007-10-29T15:51:00.000-04:00Tommy: good uncle recollections...mine would be much different.Sethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06759557722849508076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418006623450631123.post-90502766163961824682007-10-29T15:19:00.000-04:002007-10-29T15:19:00.000-04:00Fellas, my uncle once made me and my cousin put our hands on the couch, bend over, and receive an ass bashing with a wiffle ball bat. It was because we stole the rubber band off of the neighbor's newspaper. Little did he know, a few years later, we would be tipping over motorcycles and throwing shaving cream balloons at passing cars. He never knew about those incidents. Oh, and one time we linked a bag full of rubber bands to make this super-rubber-band and we tied it across the street from a fence to a stop sign. An unwitting bicycler got clotheslined and he fell on his ass, the bike riding unmanned for a few yards before tipping over. Dae In and I giggled and ran away. My uncle never found out about that. This was the same uncle that bought me a brand new honda accord when i turned 16. Then the car got repo'd only a few months after. He owned a liquor store that went under (after the riots of 1991). He once cracked the butt of his pistol on some thief's nose when the thief tried to steal beer.Tommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251143716079161687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418006623450631123.post-21405611747276159402007-10-28T10:45:00.000-04:002007-10-28T10:45:00.000-04:00Josh: Weirdly, this morning, before I even knew your uncle, I woke up and wrote him the story posted above. <BR/><BR/>I think we need a new blog detailing your uncle's response to 7th Draft.Sethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06759557722849508076noreply@blogger.com