Usually I'm against this species propagating, and I do no like to think
about my best friend mating. But this one time, I will grant a big exception,
when I heard about the plan for Connor's conception (yeah, so the tenses
don't agree, so what?). Chris and Amy, they had a little boy, and the
godfather of the child was not Brian or me, but it was Roy. A bouncing
baby buggy bumper who likes to pull on my gla**es. I can't wait until Chris
enrolls him in some punk rock cla**es. Connor, welcome to the family.
Connor will be brought up professing anarchy, and he won't be scared
of green hair, just the masons and the illuminati. Babies. Oh, I love my
bananas in pajamas, I can eat 'em in the night with Franklin Tananna.
Oh, Bananas in pajamas all the time, I can eat bananas in pajamas with
some cheap red wine. yeah