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1 Jun, 4 tweets, 1 min read
When my boy Sammy was born, his head was so big that our paediatrician worried out loud that he had water on the brain. Kid had an off-the-charts cranium. The doc took out a tape measure and then stopped, looked at me, narrowed his eyes, and said, "You know what? Never mind."
This story is 100 percent true. In high school, I made a new friend, Richie Chaplin. I went over to his house for the first time, and his older brother, Ed, burst out laughing and said: "Look at the fucking head on that kid."
Just remembered that when I worked for the Ottawa Lynx baseball team, they had to special order my hat. "Kid needs the Bochy." Imagine having a head so big that no one else in an ENTIRE BASEBALL ORGANIZATION has a head the same size.
I'm 10 in this picture. Look at that absolute fucking balloon. Michael Shannon would have looked at my head and said, "That's quite a dome you have there, young man."

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Not gonna lie, that is one giant fucking duck.
If I saw that duck, I'd be like, "Look at that size of that fucking duck."
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