So, in classic Gluck Family form, the ‘rents were on a leisurely stroll to Men’s Wearhouse (don’t ask me why, that’s disgusting!) this Sunday afternoon and apparently tripped into a Mercedes dealership for a totally unnecessary, impromptu purchase of a C300 for Mama Gluck. 2 things wrong here: first is Papa Gluck’s continuing inability to not spend ridiculous amounts of money on his family FOR NO APPARENT REASON (i know… effing ridiculousness!); case in point, younger brother Mikey just received a $1300 paint ball gun! Seriously?! What the hell on a paintball gun costs $1300?! And of course none of his friends have that top model; those poor bastards have to settle for $250 ones from K-Mart or make-shift ones their Dad’s built them from sandpaper and piping out of “love.” Haha. Anyways… Second reason why this latest Gluck household purchase is ridiculousness is that… wait for it… wait for it… MY MOM DOESN’T DRIVE!!!
Ya, you read it right. Mrs. Gluck does not enjoy driving. So much so, that her driving distance limit is (literally) four blocks to drop little Mikey at school (compounded by the fact that all effing side streets are used… i know this because we had to spend six hours this past summer driving around with Mother to plan out the best route in preparation for Mikey entering High School this year). But in the world of Glucks this is nothing shocking or out of the norm… crazy, but true.

SIDENOTE: Thought it would be precious to point out here that my LITTLE brother Mikey is 14 and gargantuon at 6 feet and growing, while his OLDER brother Me is over nine years his senior and is probably considered the average height… for a woman. Laugh it up! He sure as hell does! Fuck it, at least i have my wit to get through the days.
SIDENOTE 2: I don’t want anyone walking away with the impression that Jonny Gluckers gets that special Family financial treatment anymore. Nopers! ICONIC is legendary enough to pay the bills and have money left over for hookers (not real ones). Although i bet if i go home to visit the Fam and ask Pops to take a random ride with me to Target that I’ll somehow end up flying back in a Learjet. Why not!