Meet my son, Agador Aspartagus
by marinashifrin
In the fourth installment of The Dear Diaries I still struggle with the spelling of tired and find a way to ensure neither of my metaphorical children will ever have sex. P.S. The best part is the P.S.
Dear Marina,
It’s t-i-r-e-d not t-i-e-r-d.
Love,
Marina
P.S. You get an A on your career report.
MARINAvsWriting 
Hahaha, that’s so funny! How on Earth did you come up with that name?
It surely must be from:
“Agador!”
“Spartacus!”
“Agador-Sparatcus! He insists on going by his full name.”
The Birdcage.
Try more gum.
Ok, this is getting really fun. It makes me wish I had an old diary to read. I’m with era.b, how DID you come up with that name? And how was the graduation party? And the song fits you! 😉
I love no rain! Great song 🙂 … and my god… those names! Sounds like…someone from Birdcage, yea the Guatemalan!
You got it! My favorite: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wIRVpDzaM8
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