F Train to Paris

In which a Jewish family from Brooklyn moves to Paris, France for two years of work, school, and adventures.

 

Hey readers of "ftraintoparis", if there are any, this is "J." but you can call me Hankobus.

When I first read this blog I was astonished, why would L. ( my own mother) want to conceal my identity, as well as those of my younger brothers? At first I thought it was because she was ashamed of us, especially E. who will be referred to as Larry. When I asked she said it was so that if my friends "googled" me they wouldn't find this site. I know, I don't get it either. So I decided that L. is trying to conceal me so that I don't overshadow her, this explains why my dad ( R.) is referred to by his real name, it's because he isn't interesting/witty/smart enough to overshadow a box of sundried tomatoes.

I, on the other hand am easily interesting/wit blah blah... to overshadow a box filled with any sundried fruit, or sundried person for that matter. So in response to L.'s blog entries I will be periodically interjecting with my own entries in which I will make fun of L., with her permission of course, as well as complain about other seemingly unimportant things that are important to me, SO SHUT UP!

In closing:
To those of you who stopped reading after Hankobus ("what kind of name is that"), may you be sundried and boxed.
For those of you who traversed the rocky, unyielding desert that was this blog entry, may God bless you abundantly.
His bondservant, Hankobus.

P.S. For those of you who are wondering R. will be referred to as Science Experiment, or Science if I get lazy.

P.P.S. I added a new link, strongbad email, just check it out. And if you don't think it's funny you are obviously a loser.

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