So I've got good news and bad news. The good news is my father is not my biological father. The bad news is...exactly.

Mama (didn't) bought no rubber

My father was my mother's gynecologist. My father used to wax poetic about the man at dinner. Lovely person, no doubt. Probably about as retarded as my father.

My guess, and I encourage folks to stay tuned to this batty channel, is that my brothers & I are from the same penis.

Harvey thinks renaming your little effort as oBM is a nice way to show you care.

Sources suggest that my mother was artificially inseminated using Harold Brainerd Allen's sperm. Well! There we are. Just another normal day.