At 100 years old, I will probably be dead. I enjoy eating too much and it will catch up to me in time. I also drive too fast, get annoyed too much and crave exposure to secondhand smoke from maiden lips, which is supposedly the deadliest substance since the creation of methyl ethyl diethylene.
But here I am at 100 posts, which is not such a difficult goal to achieve and which did not require any lifestyle modifications.
The attached photos are not of me. They have been randomly selected to represent pretty much nothing at all. I don't have the courage of some of my fellow bloggers to post my actual photo online. I maintain the facade of anonymity, although somebody somewhere probably has a fat file on me just in case I should ever run for president.
"America, would you vote for this scumbag, who threw up in a restaurant when he was seven years old after eating a bad hotdog at Crazy Eric's? Look at this gruesome photo of him all scrawny and ugly in seventh grade -- is this the face you want to see in the State of the Union Address?"
But here I am at 100 posts, which is not such a difficult goal to achieve and which did not require any lifestyle modifications.
The attached photos are not of me. They have been randomly selected to represent pretty much nothing at all. I don't have the courage of some of my fellow bloggers to post my actual photo online. I maintain the facade of anonymity, although somebody somewhere probably has a fat file on me just in case I should ever run for president.
"America, would you vote for this scumbag, who threw up in a restaurant when he was seven years old after eating a bad hotdog at Crazy Eric's? Look at this gruesome photo of him all scrawny and ugly in seventh grade -- is this the face you want to see in the State of the Union Address?"
3 comments:
Congratulations on your 100th entry!
Why, thank you kindly, cm!
Thanks, Adena, I may just keep posting.
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