El Hijo del Sherbo.

People have been writing in, "Sherb, we want more photos." Well, to those people, here you go.



During his recent trip to Mexico City, The Chairman was nice enough to think of Arlo and I when he returned with some fine looking Mexican wrestling masks. He said he tried to find ones that complimented our personalities. The above photo is mine. I think it looks like some kind of cross between Paul Stanley of KISS and the Insane Clown Posse. Surprisingly, I've worn it quite a bit, particularly during highway driving, keeps me amused during my long commute home. I've gotten some interesting looks. It's also fun to wear at the office. I made one of the secretaries tap out after putting her in a half nelson. Unfortunately, animals, dogs in particular, aren't fond of lucha libre and I was nearly mauled by a canine that I'll call Reggie. At some point I think I'll run a 5K wearing it.

Okay, I'm going to go listen to some James Brown now.

I got a bag of my own

Now, baby
Stop all that gabbing
We don't need
No backstabbing

Come take
Take care of all of mine
My good stuff

You know I'm grown
I've got a bag of my own



Hugs and Kisses,
-Sherb