The great thing about being the original black sheep of a family is the fact that unless you're really into it, banging the shit down back alleys, staking out your corner or voting Reform at the age of 18, there are probably enough kids amongst the cousins that, chances are, someone's gonna turn out a hell of a lot more disappointing than you.
I've now got two.
"Yes, well, he did turn out to be a homosexual, and drop out of university, but look at those other two: they're gambling their lives away in back rooms all across the country!"
Yay me.
Christmas is fun this year.
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Man, I wish! I'm still the one and only black sheep of the family. To add insult to injury, my doctor-cousin and her two beautiful children have come to visit post-Christmas.
If there was a colour blacker than black, that would be me this year. Sigh.
I think I'm tired of the black-sheep designation, my friend.
The problem is, I don't know what colour sheep I want to be instead.
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