It was my birthday two days ago. I’m now 114 years old. Okay, I’m 46, but it’s how you feel that counts.
Despite my having defeated Minecraft, my children still insist I am not cool. In today’s video I continue to prove I am totally bodacious and up to date on the latest slang.
My Aunt Mary Lou died about a month ago. She was 69 years old, far too young. Today was her memorial service, in London.
Like most people, my fondest wish is that I be able to shoot deadly laser beams out of my eyes. Oh sure there’s winning the lottery and world peace but you know you really want to be able to slice your enemies in half with eyeball lasers.
My kids don’t think I’m cool. This astounds me. I’m super cool. I’m also rad, bodacious, and tubular. Just look at me.
It’s September 23, the second full day of autumn. Hallowe’en is five weeks away and OH MY GOD THE CHRISTMAS CRAP IS OUT
It’s Friday, and I’m filled with relief. My God, the week was hard. It was five days of madness. Two days off is not enough. That’s why we need to change the length of a week.
Yesterday we went to Canada’s Wonderland, which if you don’t live around here is a large amusement park just north of Toronto. For our American readers, it’s like Six Flags with only one flag. While we were there, I found out I was too old.
We have a dog, Benny. He’s nine months old and is, as you can see, the handsomest dog on the planet. He’s also very hungry.
This coming Saturday, I will transition from being a man to being whatever you are after a vasectomy. That’s right; I’m getting the snip. Mrs. M.A.J. has been carrying the freight on birth control since we met, so it’s time I did my part. Or parts.
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