EE's Autobiography 3

I remember it thusly; I just left Sunday morning church service with Dad, Mum and my older bothers Biff and Buster when Doc Tiffany Nunez and her sycophantic interns climbed from their SUV like clowns at the circus. They hooted, woofed and flexed their muscle-bound physiques under spandex unitards, Old Spice and liniment filling the air like belligerent smog.

"Heigh-Ho, it's time for our weekly excursion to Uncle Felipe's."

"Ho-Hum, another day of weightlifting at Uncle Fallopian's barnyard with