The Rodeo

Son The Elder climbed onto our bed this morning and announced that he was sick. And needed blood.
Jen told me that this is not the first time the red thirst has gripped our son. Vampirism would also explain his nocturnal habits and his strange reluctance to sleep at night.

Don’t know why he loves garlic bread so much, though…

RodeoClown: has fathered a hypochondriac leech.

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