I’m not very smart. However, people seem to think I’m really smart. They’re wrong; I’m dumber than garlic-flavored mouthwash. So I apparently have everyone fooled, and that’s partially on purpose. I’m very smart when it comes to pretending I’m not stupid.
You know what we need? Better game shows. Most game shows now are shows where people get voted off the show by one or more of the other contestants. That sucks. I want shows where people leave on stretchers. Let’s make prime time exciting again.
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.
I have a terrible confession to make. It starts with my wife making a terrible confession to me.
What the hell is up with all the shopping carts everywhere? I don’t mean at stores – obviously they belong there – but everywhere. All over the streets, sitting around.
We walked the dog this evening – that’s not a euphemism, I actually have a dog:
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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