My old high school friend and now
fellow blogger, Russell, has been very complimentary of my blog, even going so far as to
link one of my posts on one of his. I really appreciate this (honest Russ, I do), but now I am afraid that any of his faithful readers who may happen to wander over to my site will be expecting something brilliant and witty with every word that comes from my keyboard. Sheesh, that's a lot to live up to, you know? So, until I finish with more brilliance in the form of Chapter 2 of my 'unpublished manuscript', allow me to lower your expectations a little, so that when I finally get around to posting it, you will be all the more dazzled.
In many ways, I have decided that I will never really grow up, so you will get to know me a little better when I tell you that I found
this particularly funny (click on that). That's just the kind of person I am. See? I'm really a simple-minded doofus who is slightly sick & twisted.
That's why this sign (that I see every time I drive to the Outer Banks)
will never NOT be funny to me.
And I always wonder - is that what killed these people?
What's that noise? Oh, it's just my mother going "tsk, tsk" in dismay.
