I was born at the turn of the century to a pair of migrant workers Norman and Sarah von Holterz. They abandoned me and left me to be raised by itinerant medicine ball salesmen. Horatio and Augustus raised me as their own and shortly after the age of 15, I set out to sea and saw much of the world culminating in my discovery of Atlantis. After my many adventures at sea ended, I began a life of adventure as the assistant to the well known Dr. Henry Crash. Dr Crash and I traveled the world, inside and out, into space and beyond. When I finally returned to earth as a gentleman of leisure, I took a wife, a nice aboriginal wife named Koko and had five children (2 boys, 2 girls and 1 undecided) and we still get in adventures, though with a more decidedly family bent.
So, it's Friday, I have two more weeks of class after tonite, a big shindig on Saturday and the rest of the weekend. Suffice to say, I am ready for the weekend. So, hopefully I will come back next week with debauched tales of depraved activity, copious amounts of alcohol and brilliant recitations of Longfellow's "Song of Hiawatha". Enjoy yourself and I promise on Roger Clemen's honor and integrity to have a new and brilliant blog entry next week.
Well, new at least.
And to tide you over, a funny little clip involving many of your favorite cereal characters. A bit of warning: there is some adult language and a little bit of drug references.
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