There was about a month, when I was eight years old or so, that this guy, my brother, would answer to no other name than "Pimp-daddy Moe-dog(g)". It annoyed me then, but in retrospect, it was the right thing for him to have done. And the name fits, now more than ever.
Hey moe! I'm still trying to get you uptop my work building. Some of my engineer friends keep telling me it's a dissapointment. I think they just don't want to get caught.
